In the black van, Braun traced the map with his finger, gauging the distance to their destination.
"Get ready. Turn right after two more intersections, and we'll be there."
"The Acolytes only sent you?" Abigail asked probingingly. "They couldn't even find an extra driver, so the heir had to come in person."
"No choice." Braun sighed. "Everyone has their own secrets, and there are always times when I can't have others following me."
As he spoke, new instructions came through his earpiece. Braun listened intently, then replied, "Yes."
His voice was almost identical to that of the man whose neck Ning had snapped inside the van.
Abigail was startled, and the van suddenly swerved across the highway.
Fortunately, it was late at night, and theirs was the only vehicle on the road, preventing an accident.
Once she steadied the van, Abigail could not help turning to glance at Braun. Seeing that his face had not changed, she finally let out a breath.
"The destination has changed." After ending the call, Braun said, "Turn left ahead."
"Why did they change locations?" Abigail asked warily. "Could there be a problem?"
"Normal procedure." Braun wore a faint smile. "People who secretly do bad things always imagine they have countless enemies, so they'll do everything they can to hide themselves."
At last, the van stopped in a desolate industrial district. As it approached the iron gate, the camera mounted on it turned toward the vehicle. Abigail, sitting in the driver's seat, stared back silently and expressionlessly.
The iron gate slowly slid open.
The van drove inside. A man in a yellow uniform stood by the roadside directing them, having them drive straight into an enormous warehouse.
The warehouse was brightly lit. More than a dozen movers were carrying goods back and forth, and quite