Upon hearing the word "mole," Summer paused briefly, then quickly composed herself.
"I hope I'm just being paranoid about the mole."
With those words, Anthony turned on his heel and left the workshop.
Afterwards, Anthony immediately rallied his crew to prepare for relocating the camp.
"Isn't it a bit hasty to move camp now?"
Sandra asked anxiously.
"This is what we call drawing the enemy into our trap. If we don't make a move, how can we draw out the big fish lurking around us?"
Anthony replied with a smile, speaking softly to Sandra.
Without delay, Anthony led his entire team to a wetland.
The wetland teemed with swaying flowers and grasses, and verdant forests sprawled across the hills. Seagulls occasionally flew by, adding even more vitality to the scene.
Despite the stunning
