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Laying the two men out, Ya Tianxing searched their bodies.
In the end, he found two handguns and a pack of drugs on them, looking to be about three to four ounces.
With the guns and drugs, Mo Shangjun could at most be questioned for being a bit too harsh; all other inconsistencies could be smoothed over.
Ya Tianxing glanced over at Mo Shangjun from a distance.
She still sat there, motionless as if she were a statue.
The sky gradually brightened, a dim grey, casting a deep shadow on her silhouette, making her stand out in stark relief against the surrounding vegetation and trees.
After a moment, Ya Tianxing stood up and walked toward her.
Getting closer, Ya Tianxing bent down slightly to see Mo Shangjun's face more clearly; it was still smeared with dirt, and a cut on the right side of her forehead was red and swollen with traces of blood. There were new scratches on her face, all minor wounds blurred by the dim light.
