against Mu Shen's side, eyes closed in calm rest while his arm wrapped securely around her shoulders.
Zi Xin sat opposite them, his gaze fixed silently on the passing landscape, dark eyes thoughtful and still.
Suddenly, Mo Han's voice crackled through the earpiece feeds.
"Boss. Suspicious vehicles approaching from the rear and flanks. Formation tightening now."
Mu Shen's dark gaze lifted instantly, cold and sharp. He tapped Meili's arm lightly. "Wake up."
She blinked, her lashes fluttering as she straightened quickly, her gaze flicking between him and the tinted windows.
Outside, three large black vans accelerated from behind, overtaking the last SUV. At the same time, two matte black sedans cut into the convoy from the side lanes, forcing the police escort to swerve and reposition rapidly.
