Spirit Mountain, a hill on the southern outskirts of Donglin City, was hardly a towering peak, but for a coastal city like Donglin where mountains were scarce, it was indeed a treasure. Driving there took nearly forty minutes, but since Tangyu and his companions had set out quite early, the journey was smooth. Though they arrived early, the mountain was already buzzing with activity; many local elderly residents enjoyed their daily morning hike, and the vast Donglin City had plenty of weekend hikers too. By mid-morning, Spirit Mountain would undoubtedly bustle with visitors.
After parking the car and grabbing some simple equipment, the group of four started their ascent. Of course, Tangyu was the one carrying the gear.
After the quartet had begun their climb, a black car pulled up, and four men stepped out, wrapped up tightly—three Caucasians and one African. Each of them carried a long bag, swollen with unknown contents.