"Alright."
Song Heping parked the car by the roadside and then used the waiting time to organize weapons and reload ammunition.
Fifteen minutes later, several black, bulletproof-modified Mercedes GLS SUVs precisely stopped in front of them.
"Mr. Song, please get in the car!"
Zayed didn't give Song Heping a choice, pulling him into the back seat of the middle vehicle.
The convoy sped away from the chaotic street, leaving the sirens, smoke, and ruins far behind.
The view outside the car window changed rapidly from a chaotic street market to a clean, wide avenue, and then to a heavily guarded private area.
Eventually, the fleet drove into a luxurious modern palace complex located on the seaside.
Towering white walls, meticulously groomed tropical gardens, ubiquitous armed guards, and the sunlit main mansion looking as if it were built with pure gold and marble, all flaunted the owner's immense wealth and power.
This was one of Zayed's many residences in Goa.
