Shi Lang was lying under the crown of the tree with his eyes peeking through from time to time. He was trying to come up with what to do next. His brain was filled with a lot of ideas, since he could not decide what he should do, he decided on what not to do.
He could not go inside the tribe settlement, no way he was that strong at the moment. He could not make much noise, or it might attract a problem too big for him to handle. On the way, he was supported by the data and previous satellite surveillance footage. However, never could the people cross the ten-kilometer threshold.
