Yang Fei picked up the box and carefully examined it.
He found a note at the bottom of the box.
The note had no writing on it.
Instead, it had a crude map drawn on it.
There was a red dot at a certain place on the map, marking a name.
It was in a chaotic border region.
Yang Fei looked at the map, snorted, and his face turned icy.
He already understood the other party's meaning.
The adversary wanted Yang Fei to go to the marked location on the map to rescue someone.
At this moment, Yang Fei gradually understood.
This kidnapper was not a mere simpleton.
He seemed like an experienced hunter, luring Yang Fei step by step into a trap.
Whether it was the precise grasp of human weaknesses or the guidance of attack rhythm, it was all flawless.
However, the stronger the enemy, the more it ignited Yang Fei's fighting spirit.
He realized that since the battle in the Amazon jungle, he had become despondent over the sacrifice of his comrades.
