An Ning's spiritual power scanned the bus ahead. It had changed its route!
Before they left, Zhao Xin had shown An Ning a map. None of the planned routes matched their current one.
Zhao Xin took An Ning's right hand and wrote a single word in her palm: "Wait!"
An Ning tapped her fingers on the back of Zhao Xin's hand, signaling she understood.
'I can definitely save myself,' she thought. 'I have so much high-tech gear in my space. I could even fly a lap around the sky right now if I had to, it just wouldn't be a good idea.'
An Ning closed her eyes, and her spiritual power entered Yu the Elder's bus.
Inside, the driver was the same man, driving steadily. But the accompanying security guards had shifted their positions to look backward. The bulges at their waists told An Ning this was a premeditated hijacking.
'What about the back?'
