At this moment, in an urban village in the northern part of Jiangcheng.
Mr. Fu and Zhang moved with agility but with a hint of caution, both holding their phones.
They were quickly moving forward according to the navigation directions.
Their footsteps were silent yet carried an undeniable urgency.
Even though they wished they could sprout wings and fly to their destination immediately.
They knew well that they had to blend in with ordinary people, pushing that urgency deep down.
However, upon closer inspection of the two, their small quick steps resembled those of professional speed walkers.
At this moment, Zhang was already panting heavily, the back of his throat burning, his chest heaving violently.
Between pants, Zhang rasped to Mr. Fu, "Captain, if we crack this case, you must give me some credit."
"I'm almost worn out."
"This isn't just walking; it's more tiring than running a marathon. I feel like my legs aren't even mine anymore."
