Next day, 5 a.m.
The sky was pitch black.
A group of four appeared in a cluster of trees behind the village.
"My legs are broken."
As soon as they arrived, Ding Jing sat on the ground and began pounding her sore calves with her fist.
The shoes were poorly chosen, far less well-crafted than military boots. After walking for so long, her feet were covered in blisters.
Su Bei found a spot next to Ding Jing and sat down, saying, "We need to plan how to find him."
"I'll share what I've learned."
Bu Yirong began to speak, but was immediately pulled aside by Su Bei.
Su Bei lifted her long leg and rested it on Bu Yirong's leg.
Bu Yirong looked at Su Bei helplessly but said nothing, and willingly helped her massage her calf.
"Seriously, can you two move a bit further away?!" Ding Jing scornfully moved two meters away and then gestured to Mo Shangjun, who was observing with night vision goggles, "Hey Momo, come give me a massage."
Mo Shangjun lowered the binoculars and walked over.
