Half an hour later, Mo Chenxuan and Qin Wu stood at the edge of the playground.
The lot was about ten thousand square metres, had a makeshift goalpost on two sides, and several benches on the other two sides.
From all indications, it was a small playground for local children to play on during the holidays and after school.
However, as the scout mentioned, the field was covered in green grass, and its blades were lazily swaying with the winter breeze.
'How long has it been since we saw such an idyllic scenery?' Qin Wu thought and subconsciously sighed.
She hated to destroy the scenery but knew it was necessary.
After all, beautiful things were often the most dangerous.
Thinking of this, she looked around and, after making sure they were alone, she removed a live chicken from her space and threw it onto the field.
Simultaneously, the surrounding grass shook, stiffened and became sharper than nails.
