The moon shone bright while the stars were few, and the cold wind howled bitterly.
Inside Gongsun Zan's camp.
Zhao Yun paced back and forth inside his tent, his brow tightly furrowed. The reason was that he had failed to uncover even the slightest clue regarding those "spies." Those eight people had seemingly vanished into thin air. This left Zhao Yun, who had been hoping to seize this opportunity to earn a great merit, deeply frustrated.
Suddenly, a soldier rushed into the tent and said to Zhao Yun, "Commander Zhao, several suspicious people have just appeared in the camp." This soldier served under Zhao Yun and was one of the White Horse Volunteers—the elite among Gongsun Zan's elite. Others might fail to notice anything unusual, but he would not overlook any suspicious circumstance.
"Is that true?"
"It is! I've already had the brothers keep an eye on them in secret. Please give the order, Commander Zhao."
Zhao Yun pondered for a moment, then immediately pulled the silver spear from the weapon rack. "Let's go. Let's see where these vermin came from!"
The seven-man group led by Yin Kuang raced through the mountain forest. Though the terrain was rugged and the woods dense, they still sped along like cheetahs.
"Hey, Yin Kuang, will they really fall for it?" Wei Ming asked as they ran. "We've already gone dozens of li." Yin Kuang smiled. "Don't worry. They'll definitely come after us. Because I'm Yin Kuang!"
Because I'm Yin Kuang!
That alone showed just how confident Yin Kuang was.
Yin Kuang said, "But Wei Ming, even if they come after us, we won't need to fight them ourselves. You'll be disappointed if there's no fight to be had." Wei Ming gave an "Ah?" and said, "Why? Aren't we using ourselves as bait?"