Assured of the safety around him, the man dexterously hopped off the car.
After glancing at the familiar Lykan and four Mitsubishi vehicles, his dark eyes turned toward the dense forest. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, "South Foothill Forest, my location is on, follow me."
Upon finishing his sentence, he put away his phone. As he let his arm hang down, an object slipped from his sleeve cuff into his hand.
━ It was a gun.
He had previously served in special forces, so tracking in the wild was a piece of cake for him.
Moreover, there were footprints all along the way.
Even if there were no footprints, he would be able to determine the direction to pursue merely by observing the fallen twigs and dry grass.
As he entered the forest, it became darker. But thanks to occasional rays of sunlight, he could still clearly identify the tracks and follow them.
