How did he end up with a tracker in his pocket?
Who put it there?
What does the person who placed the tracker want to do?
In an instant, countless questions and conspiracies flooded his mind. Simon tightened his lips, about to speak, when Ruan Qi suddenly shushed him.
"Someone's here."
Simon and Kley immediately fell silent.
The surroundings quieted down, with only the sound of gentle flowing water and the breeze.
Ruan Qi perked up her ears, crouching in the grass, straining to listen to the distant voices.
"Where did they go? Are they over there?"
"The tracker shows they're nearby. Look carefully."
"Damn it! How can that woman run so fast!"
Fragmented voices drifted over with the wind.
Ruan Qi's eyes darkened as she looked down at the tracker in her hand.
Simon noticed her strange emotion and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Ruan Qi waved the tracker in her hand, "we're being followed."
Simon's expression became serious: "Those camouflaged people?"
