They stepped out into the cool evening air, the silence broken only by the distant hum of the city. The parking lot stretched before them, a vast expanse of asphalt dotted with cars, vans, and a few large RVs. The air was thick with the scent of gasoline and damp asphalt.
But just as they were about to move forward, Lu Wuqi suddenly raised her hand, signaling Yun Qingyue to stop. She tilted her head, listening. A faint sound—something unnatural—rustled ahead of them.
Yun Qingyue tensed. "What is it?"
Lu Wuqi's voice was barely above a whisper. "Something's moving inside there."
They exchanged a glance, then moved more cautiously. If there were still remnants of Ming Dai's gang, they couldn't afford to be caught off guard. Every step ahead felt heavier, the tension in the air thickening.
