At the foot of the mountain.
Quinn Findley carefully picked a fragile purple flower.
As if handling an extremely delicate treasure, a group of rough men carefully handed over a box, "Boss, be careful, steady."
"What the hell are you shouting about; my hands are stiff!"
Quinn put the flower into the box and let out a relieved breath.
This was even harder than gathering intelligence.
"Miss Chloe Stephens, there has been someone following us," Quinn wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, jumped down from the big rock, and whispered to Chloe.
Chloe calmly replied, "No need to worry, carry on."
Seeing that they were only watching and not taking action, Quinn didn't bother to pay attention and focused on collecting the medicine. He took out the list Chloe gave him and glanced at it. "We've picked three, and there are sixteen more medicinal plants to go."