Late at night, the Mannier Valley District was immersed in the dead silence of past two o'clock in the morning.
A crescent cold moon hung in the sky, casting a pale glow that struggled to penetrate the thick shadows deep within the valley.
The cold wind swept across the rocky ridge, producing a low moan that added a chilling murderous air to the black night.
Song Heping and Hunter were enacting a meticulously orchestrated "escape" amidst this treacherous terrain cloaked in darkness.
Utilizing the ghostly green vision provided by their night vision goggles, each step they took was a calculated "hurry."
This was no blind rush; it was a deliberate draw, a high-stakes gamble where they were the bait themselves.
The "escape" route had been carefully set by Song Heping long beforehand.
