Ruyi, watching quietly, was surprised—her boys had surpassed even her hacking skills. Be it racing or hacking, they were already surpassing her, and it was normal with how intelligent the kids were.
"Route 18 West feed is corrupted—looped. They knew what they were doing," Ting Cheng muttered.
"Check the toll gate auxiliaries. Their systems are isolated," Zi Zhen added. Moments later, a grainy feed loaded, revealing a matte black van without plates.
"That's them."
"Timestamp: 2:05. We were still shopping at Pricy," Ting Cheng said, tone grim.
Zooming in, they caught a glint—someone wearing a tactical earpiece, partially reflected in a side mirror.
"Ghost trails," Zi Zhen muttered. "And no license traces. They are all registered under deceased aliases."
Ruyi's eyes narrowed. "Zi Zhen, did you stop that experiment I told you to?"
His shoulders tensed. "What are you talking about, Momma?"
"What are you talking about?" Mo Zhiqian entered, overhearing part of the conversation.
