Upon receiving Pu Yan's nod, the two members of the second team immediately followed Mo Shangjun.
Tracking Mo Shangjun was, for them, more focused and tense than the usual assessments and drills, like a real battle where no relaxation was permitted.
They moved with utmost caution, vigilant of their surroundings, bringing their skills into full play.
They had been following for about half a quarter of an hour.
Mo Shangjun, who had been walking slowly, suddenly stopped.
With a flick of his wrist, his flashlight swept over them; they were caught off guard, and the light struck their retinas causing momentary blindness. By the time the light moved away, all they saw was darkness.
Behind the big tree, the two closed their eyes, instinctively grabbing each other's hands and gripping tightly.
The message was clear: in adversity, they stand together.
"What are you doing here?"
Mo Shangjun's cool voice drifted over as if he had discovered them.
