Choi Sung stopped his truck near a silent highway surrounded by woods and opened its window. Mark placed his masculine, crimson arms, on the ledge from outside and his golden eyes focused on him, and the Hunter sat still.
The golden eyes seemed to be glowing in the night.
"So who are we hunting today?" Choi Sung asked.
Intimidated, he looked awkwardly at the hamster eating an acorn atop Mark's head.
"This time, we won't go towards the prey, the prey will come to us," Mark said.
Choi Sung nodded and sat straighter.
"So what do I have to do?" he asked. "Hunt down the weaklings while you handle the more powerful?"
"Just pretend that you are injured when the enemy arrives and he will come near you to help you heal, I'll handle the rest. Just hunt the weaklings once you are sure I got the bigger dude fine."
Choi Sung frowned, nodded, but otherwise remained silent.
