At the same time, at the intersection of the jungle's southwestern side and the national highway, fifty meters outside the jurisdiction area, there was a civilian helicopter and several military jeeps parked.
Not far from the helicopter, stood several tall and slender figures.
Bo Tingxiao, wearing the Special Execution Team's combat uniform and with a walkie-talkie at his waist, looked up at the weathered and weary man in front of him, "We haven't seen each other for a while, how did you end up like this?"
Yun Lih was still in his unchanged gray shirt and trousers, with grass blades hanging off his shoulders, making him appear rather gaunt.
His hands were in his pockets, looking into the distance with a touch of self-mockery in his tone, "When you walk the night roads too often, you're bound to see ghosts."
After speaking, Yun Lih looked at Bo Tingxiao, "Did Qiaoqiao ask you to come?"
