"Brother Jiang, look at that brawny man on the right."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Changhai followed Zhang Xiaobei's indication and looked over, only to see one of the three brawny men leaving the group as if to relieve himself on the side.
However, when the brawny man was less than three meters away from the group, he suddenly drew a dagger from his waist and, unsuspected by the man, clamped his mouth shut with one hand, and at the same time, the other hand's dagger viciously slit the man's throat.
A flash of red, and the man collapsed on the grass, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Jiang Changhai saw this and was just about to get up when he was stopped by Zhang Xiaobei.
"Brother Jiang, what are you doing? If people like that die, it's of no consequence to us. We've still got those three brawny men to follow. As long as we stick close to them, there's no fear of losing the trail."
