The morning sun cast long, eerie shadows over the city as Alex, Nan Te, and Yin Che emerged from the battered warehouse. The aftermath of the battle was starkly evident - shattered glass, overturned vehicles, and the silent bodies of their attackers painted a grim picture of the night's events.
Wu Xiufan, his face etched with fatigue but his eyes sharp with determination, stood apart from the group, his gaze scanning the desolate landscape. He was the strategist, the calm in the storm. Alex, Nan Te, and Yin Che were the soldiers, their bodies aching, their minds reeling from the adrenaline rush.
"We need to get out of here," Alex said, his voice low. The authorities would soon arrive, and they didn't want to be caught in the crossfire.
Wu Xiufan nodded. "We need to find a safe house," he agreed. "Somewhere off the grid, where we can regroup and plan our next move."
