The snow had begun to fall ceaselessly.
The northern wind howled, and the forest rustled with its passage. The woods outside the Outpost Base were pitch-dark; behind every tree seemed to lurk a figure, and each blade of grass appeared to be breathing.
The guards on the wall were all on edge, afraid they'd become another casualty of the plot, just like the fisherman whose nest was disrupted.
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It wasn't just the players on duty who were tense—Chu Guang was as well.
He had already dealt with two groups from the Blood Hand Clan. Logically, the enemy wouldn't just let him be; even if it meant suffering heavy injuries, they would need to reclaim their standing.
However, there was no movement from the Looters to the north, and that left Chu Guang feeling unsettled. Wearing his exoskeleton, he sat upstairs for half the night until well after one in the morning, not getting out of bed until eight or nine the next day.