Two nights later.
The moonlight was like a plate, hanging high in the sky, silently watching over the vast desert. Timelessly unchanged, the tranquil desert was shrouded in a grey haze, without a breeze. Behind an inconspicuous sand dune, several people were seated, consuming dry rations to replenish their strength and calmly observing the small town below the dune—it was Luo Zheng and his companions.
No one had expected that the two individuals Tiger King was looking for were the terrorist organization's leader and Shijing. Along the way, they had exchanged a lot of intelligence and learned that the black-robed figures killed in the underground base were members of Death God, mainly reserve personnel. Only a few team leaders were the real Death Gods, but no one knew where the core members of the Death God were located. Shijing was one of them, leading a small squad responsible for the leader's safety.
