Everything was deathly silent. In the middle of the night, Wansheng Mountain was enveloped in thick darkness. Occasionally, the sound of dry branches snapping underfoot echoed, though if one listened closely, it might just have been the wind rustling through the trees.
Within that darkness, several shadowy figures darted about like ghosts. Their objective was clear: they were moving toward the Wansheng Village warehouse.
Meanwhile, the home of Accountant Liu was ablaze with light; not a single soul in the family felt a trace of sleepiness. Each of them clutched a bundle of dry firewood, and Accountant Liu held an extra canister of diesel. The four of them hurried toward the warehouse in complete silence.
Chapter 117