That night, the sky was deep, stars densely scattered, but the moon hid behind the clouds. In a mountain pass two kilometers from a locally famous temple in Arubon, Luo Zheng and his team were leisurely admiring the starry sky. His mood was calm as water, without the excitement of another victory. Having been through countless battles, Luo Zheng no longer valued outcomes highly. Beside him, Ghost Hand hummed a tune softly, occasionally checking his wristwatch.
After a while, Ghost Hand suddenly sat up and said in a low voice, "Bro, during the day Lan Xing mentioned that Yin Country announced to the public that a group of terrorists had arrived in Arubon, attempting to create a terrorist attack. We've become terrorists; shouldn't we act more like it so as not to disappoint Yin Country's label?"
