Chapter 815: The Spy

"Spy?"

A few men in uniform appeared atop the desert, accompanied by a herdsman leading a camel, clad in a white robe. From their mouths emerged a scenario Bi Fang had never imagined.

The wind howled through the sands, its abrasive whispers rising again with an unfathomable sound.

"Me?"

Bi Fang exchanged bewildered looks, falling silent after receiving a nod of confirmation.

Algeria was indeed beautiful, but behind that beauty lay seclusion.

Bi Fang had not anticipated that the greatest challenge he'd face on this trip wasn't the harshness of Nature but the wary villagers at the Algerian border.

With fewer than a thousand tourists annually, the majority of these visitors were concentrated within the cities, and as for the rural areas beyond, it was almost impossible to see much human traffic.