The waterfall tumbled down onto the pool below, raising countless splashes and roaring loudly; the river water babbled its way eastward. Crickets chirped merrily in the dense night, adding a touch of vitality to the air. A gentle breeze blew, causing the weeds to dance and a few leaves to flutter down, landing on the river and floating downstream. Everything seemed so tranquil and stable, yet Luo Zheng's heart was anything but calm, filled with restless anxiety.
He saw a figure hurrying towards him, dressed in a white gown, hair flowing—it was the pangolin. Luo Zheng was overjoyed and quickly went to meet her. Suddenly, he heard voices behind the pangolin and was taken aback. Hesitating, he then heard gunfire, and the pangolin threw herself to the ground. It instantly became clear to him that she had been exposed, and he immediately shouted through his headset, "Quick, take out the pursuers behind her!"
