Large patches of gorgeous clouds dyed the sky a bright orange-red color. The setting sun, which had not yet set, hung in the sky, dyed the tall buildings in the center of the city with a layer of gorgeous glaze. Looking down from the high-rise buildings, the vehicles and pedestrians on the ground were like tiny dust, running around endlessly on the ground. The whole city was like a living steel monster. The wide streets that extended in all directions sent fresh blood into its heart hub that never stopped pumping.

The building of Lishi Group stands in the heart of the city.

Han Li's eyes were cold and expressionless as he looked down at the project plan on his desk.

The huge office was quiet and deserted.

Over the past few months, he has been quietly eroding the market share and control resources of the Han family's companies, and has sent people to secretly buy up scattered shares. The scattered threads in his hands have gradually been woven into a huge net, waiting for the opportunity to close them in.

The screen of the mobile phone on the table suddenly flashed, and the vibration sound of the mobile phone pressed against the solid wood table top seemed particularly loud in the quiet office.

Han Li raised his eyes and glanced casually in the direction where the voice came from.

It was a message from Zhao Jun.

Several key words stood out clearly in this casual glance, causing Han Li to pause and focus his eyes on the few short lines of words on the phone screen.

He reached out for the phone and tapped the screen twice. The hostess' voice, mixed with the noisy background noise, suddenly jumped out of the phone, instantly driving away the silence in the office:

"...The fog in Yunwu Mountain has reappeared in six years. The area affected this time has reached a record high. The number of trapped people is currently unknown..."

Han Li's face was cold, and his well-defined facial features were dimmed by the flickering light on the phone screen. He moved his fingertips and closed the video interface, and the noisy and chaotic sounds instantly disappeared from his ears.

He threw the phone aside, and the hard metal casing collided with the table with a loud bang.

Han Li lowered his eyes again and read the thick plan in front of him.

But for some reason, he recognized every word and sentence in front of him, but the meaning of the words put together was vague and confusing, which made him feel irritated.

Han Li picked up a pen and scribbled two words next to the project plan: "Redo."

The handwriting is sloppy and the force is evident through the paper.

He closed the folder, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on its thick, hard cover.

After a long time, Han Li reached out for the phone again, and skillfully found the variety show plan that Cheng Xi had sent him before. His dark eyes stared at the shooting location on it. On his expressionless face, his thin lips were pursed into a sharp straight line, and his lip arch was tight, making him look extremely indifferent and resistant.

He is just a spy arranged by Young Master Han.

But for some reason, it was as if a stone named Meng Mingxuan was thrown into the calm lake of his heart, causing not only ripples on the surface of the water, but also stirring up the deep mud and undercurrents under the pool. It was as if some emotion in his heart was clamoring uneasily, as if if he didn't do something next, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

This emotion made Han Li upset.

——However, in order to paralyze Han Zizhuo and make him think that the secret agent he had planted was given enough attention, he had to put on a complete show.

Han Li seemed to have figured something out, and the tense nerves in his heart relaxed instantly.

He opened his phone and dialed Zhao Jun's number. His deep voice was as concise and powerful as usual:

"Use all resources and do your best to find him."

Chen Kong sat on the cold stone with one leg bent, his deep eyes lowered, his fingertips casually playing with the dagger he carried with him.

The sharp blade reflected a pale cold light between his fingers.

Zhuang Xiangyang glanced at him secretly, then quickly looked away like a thief, feeling a sense of emptiness in his heart.

The panic and fear of being suddenly trapped had almost disappeared after being trapped for nearly an hour. The thick white fog in front of him covered his field of vision. Such a monotonous scene made people feel bored and tired after staring at it for more than an hour, so he couldn't help but think of the expression on Meng Mingxuan's face when he suddenly grabbed him just now. At that moment, he seemed to feel that the person in front of him was a complete stranger.

...even a little scary.

Zhuang Xiangyang thought quietly in his heart, and involuntarily raised his eyes to look in the direction where Shen Kong was sitting.

But suddenly he met the other person's gaze.

For some reason, when those light amber eyes stared at him, even though there was no extraneous expression in them, Zhuang Xiangyang still couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.

He laughed awkwardly twice, then asked improvisationally:

"Haha, come to think of it, Mingxuan, you asked us to go back to the camp just now. Did you find something? How did you do it?"

Shen Kong glanced at him calmly without answering. Instead, he turned his head to look at the uncle who was still carrying the camera and asked calmly:

"You said that all the equipment is out of order? Including the cameras?"

The uncle nodded somewhat dejectedly, took off the camera on his shoulder and showed it to Shen Kong. The narrow screen was full of snowflakes and could not record anything.

Shen Kong nodded with satisfaction.

The system said that one of the factors that determine the possibility of exposure is whether the target person has enough evidence to undoubtedly link himself to his previous temporary identity. Now that the camera is not working properly, there is no need to worry too much about the physical evidence at least.

As for the witnesses...

Shen Kong's eyes slowly swept over the four people in front of him, Zhuang Xiangyang, Ran Wan, and the two photographers, and a tiny arc appeared on his lips——

He had the means to keep them from leaking what happened next.

Chen Kong stood up, loosened his stiff shoulders, and was too lazy to continue disguising Meng Mingxuan's character.

He took off the backpack from his shoulders, threw it into Zhuang Xiangyang's arms, and ordered in an irrefutable tone:

"Wait."

After saying this, before everyone could react from their stunned state, Shen Kong took a step back, his whole body stretched into a flexible bow shape, exerted force with his feet, and nimbly and skillfully climbed up the tree next to him that was at least three arms thick. His toes stepped on the rough bark as if it were flat ground, and his body's center of gravity pressed down slightly, like a soft cat, and disappeared in the milky white mist in a few blinks of an eye.

The people sitting on the tree roots and rocks were stunned.

Zhuang Xiangyang's eyes widened, and he subconsciously nudged Ran Wan beside him with his elbow: "Um... did you see..."

Ran Wan looked up at the thick fog above her head and said in a daze:

"I saw it. So...so amazing..."

Ten minutes later, a sharp and piercing sound came from overhead, like the friction sound of a dagger scraping against tree bark. Then, several long vines hung down from the mist above. Shen Kong jumped down from mid-air lightly, his feet firmly on the stone, his expression relaxed and calm, as if the person who climbed up the giant tree of more than 20 meters in the blink of an eye was not him.

He loosened the cane in his hand, bent down, picked up Zhuang Xiangyang from his arms, and threw it behind his back.

Zhuang Xiangyang opened his eyes wide as if waking up from a dream, and stammered, "Oh, oh my god, buddy, how did you do that..."

Shen Kong turned his head to look at him, his mouth slightly stretched, revealing a smile:

"Exercise more."

Before the other party could react, Shen Kong turned his head indifferently, raised his hand and pointed in a direction in the mist, and said:

"Let's go that way."

"Wait, wait, wait..." The photographer shook his head in disapproval and said, "In this situation, we shouldn't be able to see the location of the camp even if we're in the trees. If we just walk in that direction rashly, what if you make a wrong judgment and we get lost? I think it's best for us to wait for rescue where we are. After all, as you said before, the location of the camp is fixed, and we haven't walked too far. The best way is to find the camp and then have them find us from there."

Shen Kong sneered coldly: "Who said I was in the tree to find a campsite?"

The photographer didn't expect him to say that, and was stunned: "...Huh?"

Chen Kong slowly pulled down the vine he had torn off the tree, then took out a dagger and shaved off the thorns on it. His hands kept moving, and he said nonchalantly: "It will take at least two days to find the camp from the fog in the mountains. Once we get to the camp, without a compass, we will conduct a carpet search with the camp as the center. Guess how many days it will take to find us?"

The uncle was stunned for a long while, obviously he hadn't thought about this question.

Shen Kong threw the vines he had processed to Zhuang Xiangyang and Ran Wan, then raised his eyes to look at the uncle, his amber eyes narrowed casually:

"We are here to carry out a mission. We don't have any food or water with us, and even our tools are basically all in the camp. Most of the small animals in the jungle have been driven away or hidden due to the fog. How are you going to survive in this place while waiting for rescue for such a long time?"

His voice was steady and indifferent, but the uncle's face gradually turned pale and he finally fell silent.

Shen Kong threw the vine in his hand to him and said lightly:

"Hold on tight, don't get separated on the way, or I won't have time to go back and look for those who have strayed away."

He turned his head and looked around at everyone around him, then said, "We need to find a water source. Finding a water source means we have water and food. I have marked the way back to the camp by the river. Even if we can't find the way back to the camp due to the fog, we can still find the way down the mountain by following the river. As long as you don't get lost, I can get you out alive. Do you understand?"

There seemed to be a kind of calm and powerful aura on Shen Kong's body, which made people feel at ease involuntarily at this moment of panic.

His eyes were indifferent and distracted, but he was like a pillar that instantly stabilized everyone's shaken minds.

Everyone stood up and grabbed the vines.

The two cameramen bent down to pick up the camera on the ground. When they were about to put it on their backs, they were stopped by Chen Kong:

"Don't carry it, put it down."

They frowned in embarrassment and looked at each other: "But..."

Shen Kong interrupted them impatiently: "Are you going to carry such a piece of iron over the mountains and across the hills in this situation? Do you want your life or the machine?"

They put down the camera dejectedly, then grabbed the vines and followed Shen Kong into the fog.

It was very dangerous to travel through the primitive jungle in conditions of extremely low visibility, especially since it not only took away the vision of humans, but also the vision of other wild animals that did not have time to escape. This greatly increased the possibility of running into other creatures in the jungle. After only walking for half an hour, Chen Kong encountered two deer and a rabbit rushing out of the fog - he let the deer go and kept the rabbit.

Chen Kong broke its neck without changing his expression, then threw its soft body, which was still warm, into his backpack.

He said naturally:

"We have our dinner."

The people behind him had wooden expressions, unable to show any more surprise. They just watched in silence as the scary man in front of them was like a fish in water in the fog, moving freely, as if this was not a disaster for him, but just an ordinary meal and drink.

When vision fails, other senses become extraordinarily sharp.

Chen Kong carefully stepped over the raised tree roots under his feet, listening attentively to the unusual sounds and movements not far away. Only after he was sure that there was no danger ahead did he lead the people behind him forward. In addition, every time they walked for a while, Chen Kong had to climb to the top of the tree to confirm whether their direction was correct, which greatly slowed down their pace.

The sky gradually darkened.

The originally milky white mist was stained with varying shades of gray as the sky slowly darkened, like thick smoke filled with ashes. Its color deepened as time passed, further reducing the already extremely low visibility range.

Chen Kong's brows were furrowed, and he subconsciously quickened his pace.

It is extremely dangerous to spend the night in this situation, and finding a water source is the top priority.

At this moment, he suddenly caught the sound of gurgling water in his ears. Shen Kong's eyes lit up and he walked forward following the sound. After pushing aside the messy grass and trees, the river finally appeared in front of them.

In the twilight, the turbulent water flowed endlessly against the huge rocks, rushing towards the downstream of the river, and the splashing water merged into the gray mist. The sound of the rushing river was so clear that it sounded like the gospel of salvation. Everyone's face was filled with joy, and even Chen Kong breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.

After the group settled down in a suitable place to camp by the river, it was almost dark.

However, it is very dangerous to travel at night. It seems that I can only wait until tomorrow to look for the marks I made by the river.

Chen Kong lit a bonfire, took out the rabbit he had caught earlier from his backpack, and took out the small knife he had carried with him since he joined the program crew. He skillfully skinned and boned the rabbit, cleaned it, took out the internal organs, and then skewered it over the fire and roasted it. After that, he still felt it was not enough, so he went to the river to catch a few fish.

Everyone was staring at the rabbit sizzling in the rising flames, still a little stunned, their hearts filled with some indescribable complex emotions, indescribable yet hard to ignore——

Zhuang Xiangyang smacked his lips, and suddenly came to his senses. In an instant, he had a sudden epiphany -

So, this is what it feels like to be helped by the King to gain points?

The fact that the program crew was trapped in the Yunwu Mountains quickly caused an uproar on the Internet.

The official Weibo of the relevant departments in City E was flooded with tens of thousands of comments within a few minutes. Fans and passers-by who came to pray as well as anti-fans who took the opportunity to cause trouble all swarmed to the Weibo account. Any clues about the relevant situation were forwarded and spread crazily. Countless media groups focused their attention on this small city in a remote area.

The E City search and rescue team was under tremendous pressure from public opinion, and with the added pressure from higher-ups, the entire rescue operation was carried out very quickly. When they learned that the fog was spreading, they had already begun to organize the rescue at the fastest speed and sent out almost all their personnel.

However, in just half a day, the captain of the search and rescue team felt that his hairline had receded by at least two centimeters.

He was in his office, anxiously studying the map and the relevant information provided by the program team. At this moment, one of his men suddenly rushed in from outside, gasping for breath, "Liu, Captain Liu...that...that...there is someone up there..."

The captain frowned and sternly rebuked:

"What what and what? Explain yourself clearly."

The other party took a breath and finally expressed his words clearly and completely: "Hey, Captain Liu, another person has come. This person seems to be quite important. The higher-ups asked us to treat him well and not neglect him."

The leader of the search and rescue team felt that his head was going bald. He scratched his forehead in annoyance and asked:

"Where are the people coming from this time? The media? The police station? Or the propaganda department?"

The subordinate hesitated for a while and said, "It seems... he is the boss of a group or something... he brought a lot of resources, equipment and manpower."

Captain Liu was stunned:

"What is the boss of the group doing here? Are there any of his relatives or friends trapped here?"

The subordinate who broke in seemed to be at a loss. He raised his hand and scratched his hair before hesitatingly saying:

"Um... I don't really know, but my superior said that he seemed to be handling business in E City, and by the way... came to show his concern?"