Five kilometers to the east of the city, there was a small town with only one street lined with houses featuring the local architectural style.
People getting up in the morning were washing up and cooking, and the town had just begun to come back to life.
At that time, however, many people appeared in the alleys flanking the street.
They were all hidden in the shadows, completely invisible from afar.
The town's residents had already received advance notice. Despite their curiosity, there were no excessive reactions, and they behaved as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
Ling Feng and Zhang He were not among these people; they were 500 meters away from the town's exit, also ready.
With Luo Nanlin almost within their grasp, Ling Feng still felt somewhat nervous.
Therefore, he was calming his mind and spirit, hidden in the bushes beside the road, watching intently in the direction of the town, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
