Cao Wei had been chasing Qing Chen for nearly 8 hours.
He had started at noon and continued until the evening, only discovering traces of the other person in the afternoon, but each time he was about to catch up to the young man's trail, the other would use various terrains to clear the traces.
Dense mimosa shrubs, crystal clear streams, dangerous plants.
That young man always seemed to find some strange things; everything on the edge of Taboo Land seemed imprinted in his mind.
But now, the other couldn't escape.
Cao Wei picked up the bark spat on the ground by the other person and the licked aluminum foil, bringing it close to his nose and sniffing carefully.
He didn't find it disgusting at all. Having been a soldier for more than a decade, he had experienced much worse: eating insects, drinking urine, hiding in sewage.
Although the Federal Group's military hadn't had powerful enemies in recent years, their training had never slackened.