In the dark forest, Leng Zirui moved forward step by step, slowly. His footsteps were light, his movements nimble like a fox, barely making a sound.
He knew that Tang Ming was not far away.
At this moment, any small moment of carelessness would bring fatal consequences.
Tang Ming was equally aware of this, hidden behind a bush, breathing so lightly and slowly, his heartbeat kept at a low rhythm, yet his eyes were fixed on the scope.
The two were in a standoff, both searching for the other's flaws.
Just then, the phone in Tang Ming's pocket suddenly lit up.
The phone was on silent mode; it wouldn't vibrate, wouldn't ring, but it still emitted light.
In the pitch-black forest, such light filtered through the fabric, barely noticeable, yet remarkably conspicuous.
Capturing this faint glimmer, Leng Zirui immediately determined Tang Ming's exact location. He sprang up, pulling the trigger mid-air.
Bang!
The bullet was fired.
