Fu Jing Rong stopped walking.
For a second, everything around him seemed to fall silent.
"How far is that from our current position?" he demanded.
There was a brief pause as the officer calculated. "Approximately fifty kilometers."
Fifty kilometers.
Fu Jing Rong's gaze swept over the endless stretch of dark trees surrounding them. Silian Forest was enormous—far larger than it appeared on maps. If the sedan had exited from the eastern side while they were combing the central region, it meant the kidnappers had been operating on a completely different axis.
And with terrain this dense, moving fifty kilometers through forest roads would take far too long.
If they continued like this, they would never catch up.
He made the decision instantly.
"Acknowledged," he said and ended the call.
He dialed another number without hesitation.
"Alex," he said the moment the line connected. "Deploy the chopper. Track the black sedan heading north toward City B. I want live updates."
