The small, slender figure in the rat-head mask moved with terrifying speed. He drove a knee hard into one fugitive's back while the staff in his hand extended endlessly, crashing down hard on another fugitive's head.
"We're still missing one... Oh, no we're not," Gao Lingwei said, her tone shifting mid-sentence. In her line of sight, a figure in a snake-head mask emerged from behind a tree, drawn by the sound. She was carrying a poacher, his life and death uncertain.
"Excellent!" Yin Hu's heart was filled with admiration, and he let out a heavy sigh.
The deeper the night, the stronger the wind, the heavier the snow, the stronger Gao Lingwei became!
Gao Lingwei could simply stand before her target and flick out a mask, and the desperately fleeing criminal wouldn't even realize it!
With their vision obstructed, the fugitive's full attention was on the pursuers behind them. By the time the fugitive discovered the mask, it was all over...
