"Hurry up and get the crossbows ready!"
In the dead of night, calls echoed through the villa district. Chen Qiang and Zhou Cheng led a group of men equipped with crossbows and steel pipes, who rapidly rushed towards the forest path, their flashlights illuminating their way.
The swans and alpacas in the villa courtyard were startled but disregarded after alarming twice.
When everyone arrived at the beginning of the path, they were all shocked to see the gate was open. But the sight of Li Ming relieved them, and they hurriedly approached.
"Brother Ming, as soon as we heard the noise, Zhou Cheng and I rounded up a group to come here. Is everything okay?"
Chen Qiang, panting, felt his respiratory tract burning from the emergency rush. He spoke while casting the beam of his flashlight into the path.
"Something climbed up here, but I don't know exactly what."