At nightfall, the moonlight enveloped the Eastern Suburbs Fishery in a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.
The leaves in the dense jungle near the factory buildings rustled in the night breeze.
In the deep night, more than a dozen black-clad men wearing bulletproof vests carried firearms, searching around with the aid of flashlights.
At this moment, Han Yu was hiding in a patch of grass near the water.
The bright moonlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow on the grass. Han Yu lay prone, keeping his breathing as subdued as possible, his gaze narrowed to a slit, observing the figures pacing back and forth not far away, his ears carefully capturing every sound to guard against a sudden attack.