JUN'S POV
It doesn't take us long to reach. Jianyu and I split as decided, and Xion's expert team starts clearing the gunned men surrounding the property with precision. They have silencers on their guns to avoid alerting anyone.
Meimei's intel was on point—only a handful of the Russian mafia were here. The bulk of them were with Viktor's uncle, guarding him elsewhere.
He doesn't bother to send more men here because Meimei tricked the Russian mafia by pretending they were able to stop her from tracking Yiren.
Fools.
Underestimating Meimei was their first mistake.
Outside the mansion, two SUVs are parked—one is the same vehicle Yiren was taken in. The other belongs to Yifan. My jaw clenches as I scan the property, searching for any sign of her. Or him.
"East and south grounds clear," Jianyu's voice crackles in my earpiece. "All okay?"
"West's clear. Heading into the garage," I reply, eyes narrowed.
That's when I see him.
