Someone had let their guard down, so Qin Shaofeng began hunting again.
And once he started, it seemed the pent-up frustration from before drove him to wipe out seven or eight squads before finally stopping and hiding again.
He hunted quickly. The people Qin Shaofeng targeted barely even noticed their killer before they died for no apparent reason.
If he hadn't been afraid of exposing himself, Qin Shaofeng figured he would have killed even more.
At last, when someone tried to contact those seven or eight squads, they found they couldn't reach them. Ren Hai began to sense that something was wrong.
He then informed Ren Dahou, who arrived at the scene at once.
But Ren Dahou's face darkened when he reached the area where the seven or eight squads had been. There wasn't a single person there—not even a corpse.
The sight struck Ren Hai, who stood behind Ren Dahou, as deeply unsettling. A chill crept through him.
Who was this human, anyway? How could he silently kill seventy or eighty of their people under such a thorough search without anyone among them noticing?
Ren Hai was deeply shaken by the situation.
Although all seventy or eighty men had merely gone missing and vanished without a trace, Ren Hai wasn't stupid. It didn't take much thought to realize that the human had surely killed them.
Still, Ren Hai didn't speak up. He could tell that Ren Dahou, standing before him, was in a terrible mood.
Indeed, Ren Dahou was in a foul mood. He was already on the verge of blowing his top.
Ren Dahou couldn't understand how the other side could still dare to kill his people under these circumstances. Was this a provocation?
Ren Dahou was furious, but at the same time, he secretly felt relieved.
He