He wore a dark shirt washed nearly white, its sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, exposing lean wrists.
His wrist bones protruded, his skin pale, blue veins visibly pulsing slowly beneath it.
Behind his Gold-rimmed Glasses, his eyes were as still as two pools of stagnant water.
"As expected, pinpointing Yang Yong directly isn't that easy."
His voice was calm, carrying a cool detachment cultivated by years of handling data.
His finger slid across the screen, bringing up a probability distribution chart whose colors shifted constantly from deep red to pale blue.
"But we can be certain he's in this area."
Long Ya jumped down from the rock and ran toward Cao Xianming.
"Uncle Cao! Are you here to pick up my master? My little brother and sisters..."
Cao Xianming raised a hand, stopping her.
"I know."
He turned around the tablet that loved listening to dog-blood romance stories. A video played on its screen.
It was footage of Long Ya sniping from the high slope just moments earlier.
Long Ya looked small and thin in the footage, but her marksmanship was precise, every shot aimed straight at a vital spot.
Gun smoke and sweat smeared her face until her features were indistinct, but those eyes...
They were astonishingly bright.
"Yang Yong sent me a message through the Love Letter Ghost."
"He said you were looking for your little brother and sisters, and that the Paradise Service Area was very likely an eerie domain."
Long Ya froze, then nodded hard. Tears swam in her eyes, but she stubbornly held them back.
"Then can you find that place?"
Cao Xianming lowered his head to work on the data model, his brows drawing together slightly.
In the distance, people stepped out of the convoy's vehicles one after another.
A steel giant strode