Ningshan City, at the bustling Old Street intersection.
Here, the new and the old coexisted. There were skyscrapers that pierced the clouds, as well as old buildings steeped in classic Jiangnan charm.
Centered around the subway station were numerous large shopping malls and several pedestrian streets, making it an incredibly bustling area.
It was nine in the morning, but being a Saturday, the pedestrian street was already teeming with people.
In a corner of the entrance plaza, the competing teams had already assembled.
Everyone was in plain clothes, and none of the police dogs wore their official K9 vests.
Today was the second-to-last day of the competition, and the event was hard-surface tracking.
Peng An and his group were isolated.
Fang Weijie, however, didn't seem to mind at all. He was busy pulling Li Yanfei aside for some last-minute instructions.
"Yanfei, you're our last hope."
Fang Weijie's expression was grim.
