Something shifted in Mu Yunchen's expression—protective, resolute, the businessman giving way to something harder. "The people who orchestrated this."
"Yes."
"Do you know who they are?"
"I have theories," Zhou Yuxi said, her voice matter-of-fact, the strategist in her surfacing even through the haze of medication, even through the bone-deep weariness. "And I sent a message before they brought me here."
Mu Yunchen's eyebrows rose slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "A message?"
"Two targeted strikes," Zhou Yuxi said, her voice calm, precise, as if she were discussing a routine business transaction. "Infrastructure only. No casualties. Just—a demonstration that whoever thought I was expendable today miscalculated badly."
