14 minutes later...
"You useless pig! Why do you have tracking abilities, if you can't f*cking track shit!" Mr. Frosty could be seen admonishing a short man, who was wearing goggles.
The players near them didn't intervene as they were also tired and extremely annoyed by the tracker's continuous failures.
"It's not my fault that Landlord possessed that busted vision ability!" The short man glared at Mr. Frosty right in his eyes and yelled, "You know what? I had enough of taking crap from you and this meaningless chase!" He smashed his goggles at the ground, "I am f*cking done! You go find him by yourselves."
He wasn't bluffing in the slightest, as he truly turned around after and walked away from the team. The contract, which was binding him didn't a have term to stop players from giving up.
