"What did you run into?"
The voice was full of pressure, saturated with interrogation, yet its calm held no emotion at all.
A beam of light hit Mo Shangjun, making her eyes narrow against the glare, distinctly uncomfortable.
Several pairs of eyes were fixed entirely on Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangjun answered slowly and evenly, "We saw a lot of footprints."
That night, what did they run into?
A brutal fight.
A head‑on clash, with not even a chance to retreat, a brutal fight where their gear, numbers, and strength weren't even in the same league.
After more than ten days of wild survival training, not a single one of them wanted to get into a fight with anyone, so this was not of their own choosing.
But it all happened far too suddenly, completely catching them off guard.
Their first instinct was to avoid the footprints, but the other side hadn't gone far, and in a rather ridiculous way they ran into each other—the other side had gotten lost.
