The vast wilderness plains seemed filled with darkness, barely visible fingers in hand, pitch-black and deathly silent. Even strong flashlights couldn't illuminate far, snowflakes fluttered in the bright spots, peaceful and harmonious. Luo Zheng led a few people out of the forest; Ghost Hand was among them. He had been summoned by Luo Zheng through earpiece communication to converge together, and the team was handed over to the deputy leader for command.
The five-man squad regrouped again. Hong Meihua wasn't fast enough, so she followed Snow Leopard's squad. The five had fought side by side for more than two years, creating deep mutual understanding. Everyone understood Luo Zheng's mood, closely following behind, running forward in great strides. With strong flashlights for illumination and Lan Xing occasionally pointing out coordinates, they wouldn't run in the wrong direction.
