The moonlit night was chill, clouds obscuring the sky, and a dimness covered the ground. An armed patrol squad approached, the leader holding a leashed wolf-dog. The wolf-dog, licking its tongue and revealing its chilling canine teeth, emanated a terrifying aura under the moonlight. Luo Zheng watched in surprise as the slow-moving group came closer, quickly realizing that they hadn't detected him but were merely heading in his direction at a relaxed pace; otherwise, they wouldn't be so unhurried.
The armed patrol squad wasn't numerous, just five in total, and they were disorganized, without formation, spread no more than fifty meters apart. The wolf-dog started to become restless, lunging forward frenziedly, while the patrolling men warily surveyed their surroundings, desperately holding back the hound trying to break free from its leash and calling their companions over.