"They're quite the band of fierce bandits." Luo Zheng's somewhat youthful face flickered with a chilling murderous aura, his eyes narrowed to slits. He quickly locked onto two armed militants, struck decisively, and heard screams rise again in the darkness. Satisfied, Luo Zheng quickly retreated with his pistol drawn.
Luo Zheng, who had hunted from a young age, was very familiar with the forest. He could determine from the surrounding environment where he could and couldn't go. Under the moonlight, he moved swiftly like a lone wolf hunting in the night, using his animal-like intuition to find a viable route, quickly shaking off the pursuers by about three hundred meters. He then hid behind a large rock in a patch of open grassland, gun pointed outward, while he adjusted his breathing.
