"So, Captain Lu Chengran."
Tang Li Yue's voice carried through the rattling cargo compartment with an almost delicate calm.
It was the sort of calm that made everyone inside the truck instinctively look at her and then, with great wisdom, look away.
The transfer truck tore through the narrow industrial road behind Changping Grain Depot, its tires grinding over broken concrete, scattered glass, and what Tang Li Yue sincerely hoped was not a human bone. The rear doors had been tied shut with a strip of torn restraint band, but the metal still shook violently with every turn He Yao made from the driver's seat.
The rescued survivors sat along both sides of the cargo compartment. Some clutched the bench rails. Some held each other. Some were still too shaken to react properly to the fact that they had gone from being detained in Warehouse Three to being smuggled out in the very same truck meant to transport them toward an abandoned disease control annex.
