Chapter 432: Is This Supposed to Be a Trump Card?

Daniel Lyson paced back and forth through the woods. All at once, a clear, piercing monkey call rang out from the jungle in the distance. The moment Daniel heard that familiar sound, he snapped his head around. Far off, the treetops shuddered, leaves whispering, "Rustle, rustle, rustle." Then the trembling canopy rolled toward him in layers, like waves rippling across water. Before long, Daniel spotted dozens of monkeys darting through the branches, streaking his way like flickering shadows. At...