Wu Qiang's POV
The explosion rocked the highway like a fist from the heavens, a blinding flash of orange and white that seared my eyes as the SUV swerved hard. The screech of tires and the crunch of metal filled the air, my hands bracing against the dashboard as our driver fought to keep us upright. Glass shattered somewhere behind me, a sharp scream—Yanyan's, I thought—cutting through the chaos before it was swallowed by the ringing in my ears. My heart slammed against my ribs, but my mind snapped into focus, years of instinct kicking in. This wasn't an accident. This was an attack.
