Under the moonlight, a black shadow swiftly moved forward, like a ghost, silently arriving at a mountain ridge. It pounced to the ground, its cold gaze watching the convoy on the dirt road below. An expression of doubt crossed its resolute face. It was Luo Zheng. Siya Fa's warlords had stopped moving. Things were strange, and Luo Zheng felt uneasy, so he quietly came up to check.
On the dirt road, the trucks hadn't turned off their engines, but the lights were off. Armed personnel were on alert nearby, and there were still many inside the vehicles, all with their guns pointed out as if facing a great enemy. In the middle of the convoy, a group of people gathered together, seemingly discussing something. Luo Zheng raised his binoculars and found that most were Sam Country Special Forces, talking to someone who appeared to be a leader, looking somewhat excited.
