November 30th.
Mid-3 a.m., clouds shrouded the moon.
Inside Five Rams City, it was the quietest time; after mid-3 a.m., the city would slowly begin to "wake." Some early risers would get up to start their day.
But fifty miles east, outside the city, there lay a grove of red leaf woods that rarely saw visitors, especially at this hour.
Yet today, human shadows flickered through the forest; even without lights, they could still be vaguely discerned.
The cargo was escorted by Zhang Lie, accompanied by dozens of others—most were Xuanqing Guard secret agents. Nowadays, those agents no longer had that thick military air; instead, they carried the fierce and unruly look of Black Market thugs.
Suddenly, a figure ran over from a distance, entering the woods and heading straight for Zhang Lie.
"Did you see anyone?"
"No, nothing moving on either the main road or the shortcut."
"Boss Zhang, you think they're not going to screw us, right?"
