Huang Yanyan's POV:
Tanks. Freaking tanks. The rumble hit my bones before I even saw 'em—big, ugly steel monsters rolling out of the dark, headlights glaring like pissed-off eyes. My ribs were screaming, my thigh was a bloody mess, and my crowbar felt like a toothpick against those beasts, but I laughed anyway—loud, wild, straight from the gut. Grandpa Yang Tian wasn't just extra; he was damn near operatic, sending armor to crush us after we'd already scrapped through Fengrui and his goons. Guess I should've been flattered, but mostly, I was pissed.
