"Run!"
Chenghai didn't repeat himself. He didn't need to.
The word hit like a command and the others moved immediately, instinct taking over where thought would have slowed them down.
Zhenlan turned first, his boots striking pavement in hard, controlled strides, the crowbar steady in his grip as he cut through the narrow street ahead.
Yuche followed half a step behind, Lingyun's weight dragging heavily against his side, forcing him to compensate with every step.
Chenghai brought up the rear, firing twice more to buy them space before the gun ran out of bullets for the last time. The parked SUV disappeared behind them almost instantly, swallowed by darkness and the surge of movement that closed over the ground they had just abandoned.
The street ahead should have given them space.
Only... it didn't.
