A cold and rainy night.
Two beams of flashlight roamed chaotically through the dark forest, casting elliptical patches of light and illuminating the drizzling rain tracing its way down from the sky.
Two figures clad in raincoats were struggling along the forest trail, their boots stepping through puddle after puddle, splashing dots of mud.
The fine beads of water covering their glasses blurred their vision, and the chilly breeze managed to seep through the thick rainproof fabric, making one wonder if it was the rain or the warmth of their own breath turning into vapor that clung to them.
The young man walking behind looked at the steady pace of the man in front and couldn't help but admire him.
The other was a good two generations his senior, an age at which people in other professions would have retired, yet here he was, still so energetic.
"Xiao Liu."
While he was lost in thought, the man in front suddenly stopped.
"Yes, what is it, Captain Zhou?"
He quickly responded.
