Chapter 323: Running the Special Forces Until They Puked

Maxton Warth panted hard, chest heaving. He stared at the messy footprints all over the ground. His head buzzed. At the very beginning, he had planned to grab a chance to catch up and beat those bastards half to death. But an entire hour had passed and they still had not managed to catch anyone. How the hell were they supposed to fight like this? One of his men, gasping for air, asked, "Captain, what do we do now? Do we keep chasing?" Maxton glared, fuming. "What kind of stupid question is...