The sun began to rise over the city, casting a pale gold light over the "Seven Stars" as we parked at a quiet pier. We were exhausted, covered in dust, and technically fugitives until the lawyers stepped in.
But then, my phone buzzed. It wasn't a GitHub notification. It was a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: You won this round, Xiao Xing. But the Institute doesn't like being embarrassed. Watch your back. - Ying Yue.
I showed the message to the group. Su Lan snorted. Zhang Wei cracked his knuckles.
"Let her try," I said, looking out at the water. "She's fighting a girl who knows karate and a boy who knows her every move. She doesn't stand a chance."
Li Yan pulled me closer, his chin resting on the top of my head. "The logic is sound," he murmured.