In the end, everyone followed, including Stan, who kept muttering under his breath.
Humans were social animals, after all. Faced with dangerous surroundings, they would consciously or unconsciously choose to band together, regardless of gender.
Nick had watched several seasons of Bear Grylls's reality show, "The Island Survival Camp," which split men and women into two separate groups on the same deserted island.
Contrary to the stories spun by clickbait accounts, the women's groups did not all perform badly. Whenever a group included truck drivers, soldiers, or manual workers, they naturally became its leaders or main contributors.
Likewise, if a group consisted entirely of "city folk," even a men's group could perform abysmally.
Given a choice, Nick would have preferred a small team of elite special forces soldiers as teammates, like the "Governator" in the first Predator film.
After all, even in that first film featuring the "Governator," his teammates had ultimately been slaughtered one by one by a single Predator, whereas in this film, Nick remembered there seemed to be three Predators in total.
With this ragtag bunch-fine, including himself and Dahlia-Nick really did not think they had much chance of turning things around.
The group had suddenly grown from five to eight. Nick and Dahlia cleared the way up front while the others followed in a loose formation.
The Japanese man, Hanzo, stood out somewhat. Despite his impeccably tailored, expensive suit, he was remarkably agile.
He simply took off his handmade Italian leather shoes, his figure flickering in and out of sight through the rainforest. Before long, he had moved ahead of everyone, taking it upon himself to act as their scout.
Sure enough, a Japanese man from the Showa era was far more capable than the useless slackers of the Reiwa generation.
Nick hacked away the branches