Shortly after five in the morning, Yulong Lake.
The sky still retained a deep indigo blue hue.
A thin layer of mist hovered over the lake, gently stirred by the breeze, like a delicate veil.
The surroundings were quiet to the extreme, with only the distant rumble of cargo trucks passing on the highway.
And the occasional sparse chirping of insects among the lakeside grass.
"Swish—"
A running figure abruptly tore through the tranquil night.
The intense wind pressure raised by the figure swept up fallen leaves and dust, trailing a long wake of air behind.
The speed was astonishing, yet the posture was smooth and flowing, without a single unnecessary movement.
Each step landed precisely on the road's uneven markers, like a Ferrari supercar speeding ahead.
Until nearing the highway, where surveillance cameras were installed, the figure suddenly slowed down, and the steps became light and gentle.
"Tap, tap, tap."
