The night passed without incident. The next day, the morning sun punctually spilled into the room. In Sony's mind, Wang Lan was already dead. To be cautious, Wang Lan changed into the combat uniform of an ordinary Tianjian Bureau warrior and put on a mask.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Wang Qi and her party joined the escort of the Yu Family and the military. The impressive convoy of fifteen vehicles set out from the gate of the Star Martial Academy in Modu City.
During the morning rush hour, the traffic conditions in Modu City were poor, with severe congestion both on and under the bridges. Due to sudden changes in plans, there was no time for advance traffic control, and it took the convoy two hours to exit the urban area of Modu City.
"Jiajia, once we get on the highway, it'll be all right," Wang Qi said, holding Song Jia in her arms and stroking her small head.
