The motorcycle stopped fifty meters away from the intersection. This was an animal pen, and Lin Wu knew its layout well. Rectangular in shape, with three quarters of its length cut away for a walkway, the remaining three-quarter area served as the livestock breeding space, and in the middle, a small warehouse used for storing hay.
Lin Wu leaned against the wall, put away the Silencer, held a knife in his left hand and the Eagle Sand in his right hand. He had just received four .50 bullets when he was fighting the Blood Plague, and he had brought them out today.
Lin Wu placed a Beast Trap at the entrance before entering the animal pen without turning on the flashlight, stealthily moving along the pathway in the dark. The row of stalls to his left was already empty, yet even so, Lin Wu would still patiently wait by each column as he passed each stall. He quickly finished walking the path, but found no sign of the flashlight bearer.
