The pattering rain incessantly drummed on the pipa leaves, playing a tune of nature.
Deep in the jungle, there was a mountain stronghold built against the mountain.
Watchtowers rose throughout the stronghold, with armed sentries standing duty atop them.
A car approached from the distance, stopped at the checkpoint to be questioned, then the sentry opened the barrier, allowing the car to drive into the stronghold.
The car skillfully navigated to the heart of the stronghold, stopping at the entrance of a bamboo-woven house.
The driver got out, carrying a briefcase over his head to shield against the falling rain, and hurried inside.
Inside, a short, crafty-looking fellow with shifty eyes was cavorting with a voluptuous, fair-skinned beauty.
The man swallowed his envy and said, "General Suowen, your men have gathered all the details."
"Oh? Let's hear it."
