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"Ah, oh no, my stomach! Zhi, my stomach is hurting terribly; I need to find a place to relieve myself!"
Even if he didn't understand much, it was inappropriate to make a scene in front of him. The man could tell that the young man before him was not someone to be trifled with and wanted to seize the opportunity to escape.
"Put your things down; I'll keep an eye on them!"
Yang Qinghe sneered, curious about what tricks the man was planning.
"Alright!"
The man forced a smile, placed his belongings on the ground, and turned to slip into the forest.
Ha!
Yang Qinghe wasn't worried at all about the man escaping because the direction he ran was exactly where he had instructed Yilianzhang to wait.
As expected, the man didn't get far before being intercepted by two soldiers in green uniforms, who swiftly pinned him to the ground, rendering him immobile.
The man in dark blue clothing contorted his face in rage; no matter how he struggled, he couldn't shake off the iron grip holding him down.
Although Yang Qinghe wasn't wearing a military uniform, his training outfit made him appear imposing and sharp. He approached the man with an air of authority, looking down at him.
"Is there anyone else besides you? Where are they?"
His tone was icy, carrying an undeniable pressure.
"I don't know anything!"
The pinned man clenched his teeth after saying this, refusing to divulge another word.
Yang Qinghe exchanged a glance with Yilianzhang, who then ordered several soldiers to take the man and the radio back to the village. The rest of them stayed behind to continue searching the mountains.
Once they brought the man back to the village, they discovered that he was the accountant there.
"This is terrifying; has the enemy infiltrated us so deeply?" They couldn't even be sure if there were other agents lurking among several nearby squads.
Yang Qinghe led his team in combing through the entire mountain without finding anything else. Just as they were about to regroup, he suddenly sensed movement behind him.
His reflexes were incredibly sharp; he rolled sideways to avoid whatever was coming at him.
A massive wolf suddenly lunged through the air, clearly displeased with Yang Qinghe's attempt to evade it, baring its sharp fangs. Almost immediately, other wild wolves hidden in the forest sprang out from all directions, frantically charging at the warriors.
Yang Qinghe quickly drew his gun, aiming at the larger wolf that had initially attacked him. If he wasn't mistaken, this one was undoubtedly the Wolf King.
With a loud bang, the Wolf King fell to the ground, followed by a pained howl.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of gunfire rang out in succession as Yang Qinghe's gun skills proved precise and merciless, taking down the wild wolves one by one. The remaining wolves, having witnessed Yang Qinghe's formidable strength, hesitated and retreated cautiously back into the forest.
A cold smile appeared on Yang Qinghe's face, an aura of chill emanating from him that sent shivers down spines. With the evidence in hand, he decided to turn over the agent and equipment to the local authorities.
After a day of rest, he planned to lead everyone back to Jing City. During the skirmish with the wolf pack, one of the warriors had sustained minor injuries, and Yang Qinghe took him to the hospital for treatment.
In the corridor, Yang Qinghe couldn't shake off the feeling that a certain doctor was behaving oddly. He approached the doctor quietly, observing him closely.
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