Chen Mu had always thought the Devil Woman knew the jungle far better than the villa where they lived. She moved incredibly fast, her movements a perfect marriage of strength and agility. Though it was not his first time seeing it, Chen Mu could not help admiring her. Compared with her, he ran as clumsily as a water buffalo.
Suddenly, the Devil Woman slowed her steps and became more cautious. Seeing this, Chen Mu immediately made his breathing softer and slower. After that first incident, he had developed an almost blind faith in her hearing.
Carrying Chen Mu, the Devil Woman advanced without a sound, like a lurking cheetah silently closing in on its prey. Both wore tight-fitting black clothes that blended into the jungle's dense darkness. The occasional chirping of insects made their surroundings seem utterly still.
The Devil Woman's steps grew slower, her movements more measured. When she reached a large tree, she suddenly climbed onto its branches like a wildcat. Even carrying Chen Mu, her steps were extraordinarily light, and she made not the slightest sound throughout.
The branch beneath them was much thicker than Chen Mu's waist. The Devil Woman set him down. He dared not be careless in the slightest, keeping his own steps featherlight. Fortunately, his recent training had greatly improved his balance, and he stood steadily on the horizontal branch.
The Devil Woman suddenly pointed ahead, signaling for Chen Mu to look.
Taken aback, Chen Mu hurriedly looked over.
Two figures stood not far away. They were operating a Map Card and seemed to be marking something on it.
Their voices drifted faintly over as well.
"It should be in this direction, but I think we'll have to go farther in." It was a man's voice.
"Mm, but it's getting late. We should