"Splash!"
The thick leather boots stained with blood stomped heavily on the soft, moist grassland, splattering bits of mud.
"Damn... how could there be a professional!"
The fierce-looking man with a flat top was panting heavily, his arms swinging like pendulums as the dense bushes on both sides swiftly receded behind him.
"I damn well shouldn't have trusted that old man's words. This business deal nearly cost me my life!"
"Boss, what do we do now?"
Running alongside the fierce man was a burly man whose features had a somewhat dull expression.
Yet at this moment, his face was marked by not only dullness but also a deep fear.
"What do we do? Do you even see what we're doing right now?"
"Run!"
"That kid has a complicated background, this River Valley Town... no, we probably can't stay in any town near Neum."
Whizz—
A rapidly spinning arrow tore through the air, piercing instantly into the ground beside the man's feet.
