The snow-covered ground and hazy night always served as the most advantageous camouflage for certain outlaws.
A thin figure darted swiftly through the forest, arriving at the boundary of the reserve. He opened the iron gate, which was virtually useless as a defense, and spoke in low voices with an unidentified person.
"I just checked. Huo An is in the Seventh Service Area. He's drunk with Liang He and the others."
"Drunk? Hah, Huo An certainly has the leisure for that." The newcomer scoffed at Huo An, seemingly quite dissatisfied. "Ever since Liang He arrived at the reserve, her treatment has been far from ordinary; otherwise, you wouldn't have targeted her."
As the mole, he knew better than anyone how important Liang He was to Evolutionary Beastmen. That was his bargaining chip with them.
