“Tie Niu,” Lin Mo said, his voice dropping into cold steel. “Bring the Maybach.”
“Right now, Chairman!” Tie Niu roared, sprinting toward the black armored sedan.
Within ten seconds, the heavy twelve-cylinder engine roared to life.
Lin Mo and Tie Niu jumped in, with young apprentice Xiao Bao clutching the passenger grab handle.
The Maybach shot down Central Avenue like a black cannonball, cutting through the autumn drizzle with flashing emergency strobes.
On Lin Mo’s mental interface, his newly upgraded [Level-3 Benevolence Radar] pulsed with an intense crimson-and-emerald distress flare three miles south:
[DISTRESS SIGNAL DETECTED: THREE KILOMETERS SOUTH.]
[LOCATION: ZHENWU TRADITIONAL MARTIAL DOJO.]
