The small, shabby hut was terribly cold.
Even though blankets hung on the only window and poorly fitting door to block the light from escaping, the frigid air still seeped in through the gaps.
Song Moting blew on his fingers to warm them up.
He only allowed his team members to light a battery-powered lamp inside the hut, and his breath turned into a thin mist in the dim light.
Song Moting focused all his attention on checking the equipment.
He could push everything unrelated to work out of his mind, a concentration that was awe-inspiring and remarkable.
The team members had seen that level of intense focus in one person—their leader, Song Moting.
Because their job was that of special operatives, mainly working for specialized units.
Song Moting was calm, steady, and capable.
Need to hit an elusive target?
He was an ace sharpshooter.
Need to blow up a building somewhere?
Song Moting is the one to find.
His demeanor wasn't aggressive; in fact, he was quite low-key.
