Deep in the mountain forest, Yang Zeran's foot suddenly slipped, and he started to fall.
Walking beside him, Shen Xin's reflexes were quick. He grabbed Yang Zeran's arm, stopping his fall.
"You alright?" Shen Xin asked.
Yang Zeran shook his head, catching his breath as he kept up. Then he said, "I think I finally get why you thought using people as messengers was impractical."
He'd thought that a little over two kilometers wasn't that far. Even if the mountain terrain was difficult to run on, a steady jog should have been enough to get the message out quickly.
But now that he was actually walking it, he realized that forget jogging—just walking normally was a struggle.
And this was even after taking the easier path up the mountain, not the direct route from the fake casino.
Shen Xin said, "This is what you call a gap between perception and reality. The most important thing is to experience it for yourself."
