Lin Yi moved his joints. "I need to leave now. You should go too—staying here too long isn't safe."
Zhang Long glanced at his watch.
"Team Leader Lin, how long do you need to accomplish the task?"
Lin Yi frowned in thought. "Two hours."
"It's 1:38 a.m. now. If by 3:38 you haven't succeeded, we'll come to support you. We work inside and outside together—if you find an opportunity, leave; if not, withdraw and we'll figure out another way."
"That works."
Lin Yi didn't say anything else and prepared to exit the car.
Sambalo drew a cross across his chest.
"May God bless you. We still have plans to drink and feast together in the future."
Lin Yi chuckled slightly, opened the car door, and stepped out.
But as soon as he got out, he froze in place, unmoving.
Zhang Long noticed something off. "What happened?"
"Stay in the car. Neither of you moves."
With that, Lin Yi closed the car door himself.
