POV: Zhou Chenghai
Zhou Chenghai didn't take his eyes off Jian Yuche.
Or Wei Lingyun, for that matter.
He didn't trust either of them. Didn't pretend to. And the situation outside didn't change that fundamental reality—it just removed the option of acting on it.
Jian Yuche stood near the entrance with his weapon still visible, his posture loose but ready. The kind of stance that came from years of knowing when violence was about to happen and being prepared to move first.
Wei Lingyun was positioned slightly behind him and to the left, his back to the wall, his eyes tracking every movement Chenghai made. His breathing had evened out since the run from the vehicle, but his hand stayed near his waistband where Chenghai knew he carried a backup piece.
They weren't guests.
They were intruders who'd been trapped by circumstance.
