It was still very dark at three or four in the morning, and the wind was getting stronger. Lu Xiao's figure swiftly shuttled through the woods, with the surrounding Pine Forest rustling.
There seemed to be small animals among the towering trees, darting by unexpectedly like phantoms of the night.
The environment was becoming harsh for humans.
But for Lu Xiao, time was not an issue, let alone the environment.
He had been through countless operations in environments worse and more dangerous than this. They had even spent up to ten days or half a month in tropical rainforests. This was nothing.
A few minutes later, after exiting the woods, he arrived directly at the highway, where he found his car.
After around fifteen minutes, he had already driven twenty kilometers.
And when he looked at the message on his phone again, his expression was as grave as could be.
It was a message from his undercover agent, which read:
[I've found evidence of the murder.]
