He looked at the Wutong tree in front of him, which still seemed to have a trace of blood aura.
"Do you smell anything in the air?"
Ji Ziming narrowed his eyes. Based on his intuition, he knew that there were people standing guard in the huge camphor forest, but he was not sure if there were more people there than the bodyguards in his villa.
Acting rashly would only cause more casualties.
Although the smell of camphor trees was thick, Ji Ziming could still smell the faint scent of blood. If he could, he would be able to see Xu Yansong, who was wearing light green clothes, squatting on the tree branch.
As long as Ji Ziming walked another three meters, he would be able to see the injured Xu Yansong.
"Okay, take some people to see if there's any more on the other trees. I want to ensure that person's safety."
His voice was cold as he looked past the sycamore tree and at the camphor tree behind it.
"Yes, President."
