Jiang Shuo looked surprised. He had no idea why Li Xin, who was usually so composed, was suddenly so flustered. He hurriedly asked, "Brother Li, what's wrong with that flag?"
"That spot is the highest peak in the area. The land around it is flat as a tabletop, so you can see it from far away. Someone clearly planted that flag there on purpose to reveal our position." Li Xin spoke rapidly, too hurried to pay Jiang Shuo any attention. He grabbed a younger refugee beside him and asked, "Where's Yao Lun? He's in charge of the camp's affairs. How did he not notice the flag?"
"He just left the camp. He said you'd sent him to take care of something?" The young refugee seemed to be one of the patrolmen. He blinked and answered truthfully.
"What?" Li Xin knitted his brows. Without a moment's hesitation, he made up his mind and rushed toward the slope to pull down the flag. Jiang Shuo's thoughts stirred. Recalling how suspicious Yao Lun had seemed in every word and gesture, he could guess who was behind this. He immediately chased after Li Xin to help.
The slope was relatively gentle, but an ordinary person would still need some time to climb it. Jiang Shuo followed behind Li Xin and saw that the man was nimble and strong on his feet. Though he looked like a refined scholar, he was clearly a skilled martial artist. With the refugees' safety at stake, Jiang Shuo held nothing back and quickly climbed up. He had become so accustomed to climbing during his time at Nine Tripod Mountain that he soon overtook Li Xin and reached the summit. He yanked out the flag. It was nothing more than a withered tree branch with a tattered piece of clothing