Ten minutes later, in the pitch-black dense forest of the Mountain Ridge, Luo Zheng awaited the arrival of Shadow, Snow Fox, and Drunkard. He could see in the distance the dense forest ablaze with lights and noise; clearly, the enemy forces were pursuing, but still some distance away. Luo Zheng sneered coldly, dismissing the threat. With the speed and combat prowess of National Blade members, in this dark night forest, the enemy wouldn't dream of catching up.
"The numbers are in; we've captured fifty-five, someone caught two," Shadow approached and whispered excitedly, glancing at the distant noisy forest with a dissatisfied frown. He continued, "Let's split up; your team will take the captives first, while the three of us stay to ambush them. Maybe catch a few more."
"Why should it be us? It should be you leaving," Mountain Eagle protested.
"Kid, showing off now? Daring to challenge your elder brother?" Shadow chuckled. "Not convinced? Let's compete."
