Chu Han quickly led his people away, leaving behind only the wrecked campsite. From the initial prediction to the ambush, everything had gone perfectly.
What Chu Han had not expected was that the elite mutants had arrived in batches. The first batch numbered only three hundred. Under normal circumstances, that many elite mutants would have been enough to give the Wolf Fang Team a massive headache, let alone allow them to win without a single casualty.
The fortunate thing was that the batch of mutants led by Di Dong had been unbelievably cooperative. They had actually eaten the rat meat Chu Han had laced with something extra, and they had eaten quite a lot of it in one go. Ordinary first-rank minor mutants would probably have died on the spot.
The elite mutants below fourth rank had not fared any better. They had been unable to get up before the team members who rushed in slaughtered them. They had not even possessed the strength to resist. In truth, only a small number of mutants had actually fought the team.
So this battle had not been a head-on clash either. It had been nothing but a trap.
Chu Han would not gamble with the lives of Wolf Fang Regiment members without knowing the enemy's true strength. At most, this had been a probing clash.
And the results of this probe had been astonishingly good. Three hundred elite mutants had been trapped to death just like that.
How could a single word like satisfying possibly describe it?
As for the intelligence they had obtained, it was exceedingly valuable. Chu Han had clearly heard a name mentioned by those mutants:
Wu Lingqing.
Seven hundred elite mutants remained. Those remaining mutants were their true formidable enemy.
That was also the main reason Chu Han