The trees on the fringe of White Tiger Mountain were exceptionally tall. Their canopies formed a dense cover, with branches and leaves so tangled they blocked out most of the sky. The forest within was profoundly dark, as if it hid countless pairs of watching eyes.
"Let's find a place to rest here on the outskirts. We'll head in to find the White Tiger Gang's Sub-Branch first thing in the morning." Chu Fan's voice was calm, but his sharp gaze swept across the edge of White Tiger Mountain.
The purpose of their trip was to destroy that White Tiger Gang Sub-Branch.
Zhao Tianxing nodded.
The two found a spot on an earthen slope at the foot of the mountain, sheltered from the wind. They cleared a small patch of ground, spread a layer of leaves as large as cattail fans, and sat down.
After a simple meal of dry rations, they decided on the watch schedule. Zhao Tianxing then leaned against the slope and lay down, still fully clothed.
