"If I'm not mistaken, it should have headed in this direction."
Mr. Wang squatted down to examine closely, nodding thoughtfully, "That makes sense."
"These traces are shallow, but the shape is unique, likely left by treads."
He stood up, dusted off his pants, "Let's go, let's continue the chase."
The convoy started again, this time proceeding more cautiously along the faint traces.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived at a crossroads where the traces completely disappeared.
Mr. Wang got out of the car and looked around, frowning slightly, "This is..."
He took out his phone to check the map, "We're near a neighboring city's village now, we rarely come here."
Turning to his companions, he said, "Could it be someone from this village? Let's go ask."
The four parked the car by the roadside and walked along a narrow village path.
They arrived at a small shop, where Mr. Ma and Captain Li Jian approached.
