Lu Yuan crouched in the bushes, swarmed by the disturbed night mosquitoes.
He didn't dare to swat at them, secretly regretting not wearing long trousers.
When Lu Xinghua and the two others finished talking and walked ahead, he quickly crawled out of the bushes.
He kept neither too near nor too far behind the three of them.
This country road was made of yellow mud interspersed with bits of gravel. It allowed Lu Yuan to tread lightly without risking arousing the trio's attention.
With his current reaction speed, even if Lu Xinghua and his two companions were to suddenly turn around, he was confident enough to dive into the nearby bushes in time.
Lu Yuan followed Lu Xinghua and the two others until they reached a car parked ahead.
He noticed them taking out implements like wooden sticks and wrenches from the car, and then heading towards a distant house illuminated by lights.
