In the pitch-dark horizon, a streak of light gradually rose, breaking the night's darkness, and slowly lit up the earth. In the dense forest of the primeval woods, the darkness receded like the tide at visible speed, and in a clearing on Mountain Ridge, numerous fully armed soldiers were resting. Some were alone, some in pairs, either leaning against large trees or back-to-back, displaying faces of exhaustion—it was Luo Zheng and others.
To shake off the pursuers, the group had marched through the night, thoroughly exhausted. After a brief rest, Luo Zheng looked at Kuntai, who had already woken up, securely tied up with ropes all over his body, and smiled coldly before approaching him. Speaking in the international lingua franca, he said, "Kuntai, we've been dealing with each other for quite some time, so let's skip the nonsense. I'll ask you just one question: Where is the female soldier who was ambushed by your men?"
