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Outside the city.

As night fell, a noisy commotion gradually emanated from the distant dark forest. Insects fluttered, nightingales sang, and various rustling sounds filled the air. Fang Yuan, wearing a bronze ghost mask, moved through the dense forest, emitting a scent that mosquitoes dared not approach. He had applied insect repellent powder, a scent that would drive away mosquitoes and snakes as if they were facing a natural enemy.

"Almost there; they are waiting ahead for someone from the Huang family to deliver gold and silver."

Hidden in the forest, Fang Yuan observed the distant jungle, his gaze subtly shifting. It had been a month since he received Huang Xinchang's plea for help. During this time, Huang Xinchang, following his instructions, had been deceiving these people without revealing any flaws.

Tonight was the agreed-upon date for their meeting.