In the dead of night, at the edge of the Brazilian Amazon Rainforest, the solitary evening breeze occasionally carried a few spine-chilling, mournful cries.
Around them lay several members of the Shadow Group, as well as more than ten Black mercenaries.
At this moment, the area was steeped in despair, the pungent odor of blood having spread for dozens of miles. There had already been five wolf pack attacks throughout the night, leaving the surrounding rainforest a complete mess under the blaze of gunfire.
"Lin, it looks like your guess was right. These people are all from Heavenly Gate. Miss Nangong has probably been taken by them into the rainforest."
Having just examined these people's characteristics, Black Hawk recognized their affiliation with Heavenly Gate at a glance—a group all too familiar to him.
Watching Lin Zifeng silently leaning against an ancient vine-covered tree, smoking a cigarette, he knew that Nangong Bing's capture weighed heavily on Lin Zifeng's heart.