Qingran slipped both their phones into her bag, the lining quietly parting as she pushed them into her system space. No need to risk scans or sudden confiscation at customs.
Lingquan would hide them well.
The pilot's voice crackled over the intercom, but Qingran wasn't listening. Her eyes were fixed on the fast-approaching cityscape beyond the clouds.
Buildings grew larger, the plane slowly descending into what was supposed to be a functioning metropolis—but from this altitude, it looked like a war zone in disguise.
"Once we land, follow my lead," she said quietly. "No talking unless necessary. No reacting either. We act like we're here for business."
"We are here for business."
"Then you better act like it."
Haoyu leaned back into his seat and exhaled. "I can't believe we're walking into the apocalypse like it's a goddamn errand."
"It is an errand. One to make sure we don't die later."
He didn't argue with that.
