The interior of the Maybach remained cloaked in a silence so profound that it seemed to absorb even the faint hum of the engine beneath the polished luxury of the vehicle, creating an atmosphere that felt less like transportation and more like a sealed chamber suspended outside the flow of ordinary time.
The city moved around them in its usual rhythm beyond the tinted glass, traffic lights changing, pedestrians crossing intersections, countless lives continuing along familiar paths. But inside the car, everything felt detached from that world, as though an invisible barrier separated Bai Cai from everyone and everything around him.
The image on his phone remained illuminated…flames…smoke…The once impermeable ancestral estate being destroyed like tinder lit by a solitary brooding match…a very angry match.
