The trees in the forest were lush and full, with a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground, which made a faint rustling sound when stepped on.
Brother Quan walked at the front, occasionally observing the traces on the ground.
The direction of that group hadn't changed; they were still heading towards the lake.
They traversed three or four kilometers through the woods.
Suddenly, Brother Quan abruptly stopped, raised his hand into a fist, signaling them to halt.
The people behind him immediately stopped, held their breath, and swept their vigilant gazes around.
Their weapons were already in hand, ready to fire at any moment.
But after a careful check, they didn't seem to find anything unusual around. An Zai couldn't help but ask, "Instructor, what did you find?"
Since Brother Quan joined the team, he had been conducting special intensive training for them, so everyone was used to calling him the instructor.
