The night came, and two rays of light were moving around the plains. Han Xiao and his companions got away from the chase from the troops. The plains were quiet, and they could only hear the low humming sound of the exhausted engine.
"Pull over," Han Xiao suddenly said.
Hila shook her head and disagreement. "We just got away from the troops. If we stop now, they will soon catch up."
"We are heading into a trap. The path ahead has been closed off. There will be nowhere out." Han Xiao shrugged.
Hila jumped. "What? How did you know?"
But she recalled hearing that Han Xiao could predict the future, so she took back her question. Both of them had forced their way out of the headquarters, and after the eventful and stressful days, she trusted Han Xiao with all her heart.
She stopped the jeep, and silence took over the scene.
