Hu ran with his head down in a wild dash.
He was not tall, with a dark face and reddened neck, his body covered with scars and marks.
Hu didn't much care about his appearance; to him, the scars were more like memories. For instance, the claw marks on his shoulder were inflicted by a leopard. It was a beautiful creature, with a bushy tail that reminded him of a woman's behind, as seductive as a she-leopard.
Hu vividly remembered his attempt to capture a green peacock alive, which eluded him twice. On the third try, he pounced without regard for the torn cheek or the ripped neck and firmly grasped it in his hand. The three scars that resulted were nothing more than bragging rights to him.
This time, trying to break out, he didn't know what price he would have to pay.
Guo and the others were likely the cost already.
So reorganizing the team didn't seem anything out of the ordinary to him.
