"Let's go then." Zheng Minghui rubbed his belly. While speaking, he accidentally touched the wound on his waist, causing him to gasp in pain.
He lifted his shirt to look, and the wound had already scabbed over. The recovery was quick, but it hurt even more now.
After Shen Mingke nodded, the two walked in a certain direction. Meanwhile, they failed to notice the figures quickly passing by in the distant buildings and the miniature drones in the sky tightly surveilling them.
Two hours later, at 2:52 AM, the two stood before an eerie alleyway, deep in thought, having circled most of the Cloud Gorge Base.
"Is it here?"
"Who knows, it's been years since we've been here."
