The car hummed softly as they sped down the empty road, the night wrapped around them like a thick blanket. Inside, the atmosphere was relaxed with the twins sitting in the back.
Xiang Yu sat in the front seat leaning against the window. Han Xin glanced over and said, "If you want to sleep, you can, or we can pull over and set up a campsite."
Xiang Yu turned his head to look at him and said, "I can take a rest now. Wake me up in two hours so I can take over after you," before placing his hand on Han Xin's thigh.
Han Xin touched the hand on his thigh, rubbing it before squeezing it gently. "Okay, it's a bit chilly. Do you want my jacket?"
Just as Xiang Yu was about to answer, a certain device that had been silent all this time, suddenly dinged.
He reached into his satchel and pulled out the device. His eyes flicked to the screen, and a sneer curled his lips. The words glowed ominously: "High alert. Targets moving."
