The horizon gradually brightened, and the black edge of the sky turned into a deep gray.
Outside an orchard on Yao Mountain Island, a small team quietly infiltrated.
In the deep winter, all the fruit trees were bare, and the surrounding weeds were wild.
In roughly the middle of the orchard, there was a very simple small house.
Fruit farmers would live in the house when the fruit was ripe to prevent theft.
In this season, in such cold weather, there shouldn't be anyone there.
This small team quietly infiltrated, stepping step by step, producing the tiny sounds of weeds being crushed.
Around the house, more than ten people dispersed on both sides.
Inside the house, it was dark, but listening closely, there were very subtle sounds.
Like breathing, very faint, deliberately hidden, and there were quite a few people.
The people outside the house judged the numbers and positions of those inside, then swiftly rushed in.
The two groups immediately clashed.
