An odor of blood spread with the wind that blew through the quiet and secluded jungle.
Eyes opened, the dead man laid stiff in the pool of his own blood. The slit on his throat was a deep one, so no matter what power his mutation had granted him, the man was as good as dead.
Chu Feng’s heart was beating fiercely. Although a camp of furious fire was burning bright in his chest, he still felt rather queasy by the killing. All in all, it was his first time that someone died in his own hands.
Chu Feng took a deep breath and calmed his moody sentiment. He kept his cool while striding towards his next target.
The woman had been as mad as March Hare. An eye for an eye, and in a time like this, being soft-hearted would only get him killed by the enemy.
Chu Feng moved stealthily across the forest, using trees as his cover as he freely prowled around like a leopard hunting for its prey.
