The thousands of stars and moonlight that originally filled the first half of the night were blocked by drifting clouds in the second half of the night.
On a mountaintop outside the county, two people dressed in black night suits were opening up black, specially-made paragliders.
Apart from the noise of the two people setting up the paragliders, the surroundings were filled only with countless insect sounds.
These insect sounds were particularly pleasant and melodious to their ears.
If at any moment the insect sounds stopped, they would not hesitate to leave the mountaintop with the paragliders.
Everything was ready, and the two sat on rocks, merging completely into the darkness.
"Want a smoke?"
"No need, I suggest you best not smoke either, just toss it away."
"Ah, such bad luck!"
Speaking of bad luck, the speaker's body was quite honest, casually tossing away two wrinkled cigarettes.
