The moonlight was hazy, quietly enveloping this ancient and mysterious primeval forest. The forest was silent, not even an insect or a night bird chirping, terrifyingly quiet, eerily strange. An invisible murderous aura spread out in the night sky. By the blazing bonfire, the female soldiers digging a pit were sweating heavily. Any attempt at resistance was met with punches and kicks from the tomb raiders, or even a direct strike with a gun stock.
In the shadows around the bonfire, some people were cautiously hiding, watching the woods ahead as if facing a great enemy, their faces cold, their fierce eyes glinting with a chilling light. But they did not spot the two hidden silhouettes not far away, Little Lang and Tiger Girl, who had been ordered to lurk and observe, like leopards waiting to strike at the last moment.
