Chapter 398: Hunter Sanum Panicked. We Couldn't Afford to Mess with Them.

Daniel Lyson's group had barely disappeared into the distance. Moments later, dozens of armed men emerged from the jungle behind them. The woods were unnaturally silent. Not a single insect chirped. Not a bird called. One man lifted his chin and sniffed the air, frowning. "You smell that?" The others followed suit, noses twitching with curious unease. "Like… rust?" "It's blood." A man swallowed hard. "When I was a kid, I used to sneak into a slaughterhouse to steal beef. Every time I got...