Ruan Yuan, covered in injuries, arrived at the mountaintop only to be greeted by the sight of plane wreckage scattered across the ground.
She stood frozen for a long moment, staring at the scene, until a gust of cold wind invaded her collar and stirred her back into reality.
"Ah-Hao, have you contacted Little Zhi?"
"No."
Ah-Hao's face looked grim.
Earlier, they had been held up for far too long by Chao Li's men, coupled with ambushes encountered along the way.
They ended up arriving two hours late.
Now unable to reach anyone, whatever had transpired during that time was a complete unknown.
Ruan Yuan steadied herself and said, "Let's start searching."
Dragging her leg, which had been injured by a grenade blast earlier, she hobbled toward the wreckage.
Ah-Hao parted his lips as if to speak but ultimately swallowed his words to tell her to rest.
Like Ruan Yuan, he was desperate to find someone.
