Lin Li carefully watched from the tree as the team slowly advanced toward the distant mountains.
After the team had gone more than ten meters, he lightly leaped down, bending his knees slightly when his feet touched the ground to absorb the force of the fall.
He quietly followed behind the team, keeping a distance of several dozen meters, his eyes fixed on the figures ahead.
The team moved at a decent pace. As they trampled through the grass, many blades bent to either side, startling several grasshoppers hiding within.
Lin Li followed behind, keeping his steps extremely light. Only when the soles of his shoes occasionally brushed against pebbles did they make the faintest sound.
He noticed that most of the people in the team looked serious. Some had their brows tightly furrowed, while others pressed their lips into a thin line.
Only a few of the younger members secretly glanced around from time to time, their eyes filled with tension as their hands unconsciously tightened around their weapons.
After about twenty minutes of travel, a faint commotion suddenly came from ahead.
Lin Li quickly stopped and hid behind a large tree, revealing only half an eye as he looked forward.
He saw the dozen or so burly men at the very front of the team stop.
These men were tall and muscular, their black combat uniforms stretched taut over their bodies. They gripped heavy weapons, and merely standing there, they radiated a powerful sense of oppression.
One bearded strongman raised his hand and waved it, loudly shouting something. Five squads then emerged from the team.
Each squad had five people, all dressed in short clothes suited for movement.
They nimbly slipped into the grass or bushes beside the path and soon vanished without a trace, leaving only swaying