Time was passing, and Ye Xuan had blended in with the patrollers for over half an hour. However, Ye Xuan still hadn't discovered where exactly Jieerk was being held.
Ye Xuan chuckled bitterly, knowing he couldn't rush. He held a high-beam flashlight pretending to inspect under Tower A.
Suddenly, someone patted Ye Xuan's shoulder, causing him to tense up and break out in a cold sweat.
Luckily, Ye Xuan had excellent mental fortitude and didn't act rashly. Instead, he slowly turned around and gently asked in very standard Lan language, "What's up?"
"Brother, got a light? Need a smoke!"
The foreigner gave a grin, puzzled.
"Sure!"
Only then did Ye Xuan relax, taking a lighter from his pocket and handing it to the foreigner.
"Click!"
The foreigner, looking very weary, lit a cigarette with the lighter and took a long drag.
At the top of this over 300-meter tower, the chill wind was cold, and the smoke from the cigarette drifted with the wind.
