Commander Li Wenqiang did not sleep that night.
He didn't make it obvious, and he didn't announce it to his men like he expected something to happen.
He simply chose not to lie down, giving the massive bed in the room to Sun Ming and Lui Junjie.
Rouxi's warning had been too quiet and too certain to ignore, and Li had long ago learned that the most dangerous information rarely came with urgency.
It came exactly like that—calm, almost casual, and delivered by someone who already knew how things would unfold.
"I wouldn't sleep too deeply tonight," she warned him in barely a whisper. She wasn't trying to prove a point or get him to pay attention to her words. She gave him information and then let him decide what to do with it.
He chose to listen.
"Single room," he had ordered instead, once Meilan's team began spreading through the upper floor as if they already owned it. "No splitting up."
