Normally, the men from the Slave Capture Team should have relaxed upon seeing the lights here.
The lights meant two things. First, the horses they had left behind were safe. They could mount up immediately, bring along these Scavengers who could barely walk, and quickly ride back to their stronghold.
It also meant that the people from Flame Camp hadn't discovered this location.
That they were safe.
Once these two thoughts took hold, the tension coiling inside them would slacken.
And that would be the perfect moment for Tang Wen to launch a sneak attack.
He picked his spot, scrambled up a crooked tree in a few quick movements, and hid himself behind the trunk, lying in wait.
Time slowly trickled by.
Suddenly, Tang Wen opened his eyes from his perch in the tree.
In the distance, a dark mass of figures was approaching—a bustling crowd of about a hundred people.
Tang Wen focused, observing them carefully.
