Alex's mind raced as he processed the information. Wu Xiufan, a man of power and influence, was a target. It wasn't surprising, given his role as an inspector and the potential enemies he'd made. But the brazenness of the attack, the sheer number of assailants, spoke to a level of organization and resources that hinted at a powerful, shadowy enemy.
He glanced at Wu Xiufan and Yin Che, their faces etched with a grim determination. They were ready for this, hardened by a life of privilege and danger. But he, a mere Covenantor, was an outsider, a variable in an equation he barely understood.
A cold logic took over. Emotions were a liability in this situation. Fear, anger, even curiosity, could cloud his judgment. He focused on the road, his hands steady on the steering wheel. The car swerved and dodged, a ballet of steel and rubber through the chaotic traffic.
