A ferocious roar echoed through the dark mountain forest. In the pitch-black wilderness under the moonless night, the sound was particularly bone-chilling. With the dim light from the torch ahead, Andrew could finally see what it was. It was a massive black shadow leaping high into the air, its long tail whipping through the surrounding brush and snapping branches left and right. At first, Andrew thought it was a bear. On land, when it came to predators of this size, bears were the only thing he could think of. However, he quickly realized he was wrong—it was not a bear. With two powerful leaps, the enormous black shadow caught up to Ralph and raised its claws, slashing viciously across the survival expert's back. "Help me, Mr. Keller! And you brave men from Patoajo, help me! Save me!" His terrified cries for help echoed through the forest, absolutely blood-curdling. A series of musket shots rang out at that moment, and bursts of sparks exploded in the dark. No one knew how

Andrew did not move. Instead, he turned to Chantelle and warned her coldly, "Same goes for you. This can't happen again." Chantelle hesitated, guilt flickering across her face. "It was my guy who screwed up, Mr. Lloyd. Please don't be angry." Andrew was furious. "Isn't the idiot you hired supposed to be some survival expert? Did you see how pathetic and cowardly he was just now? And he had the nerve to provoke Buzz and the Patoajo people. "Ms. Garcia, you're with the government, and you should know damn well how fierce and proud these mountain tribes can be. If he really pisses them off, not only will this moron of a survival expert be finished, but we might all end up eating bullets too." Chantelle sighed and changed the subject. "Alright, Mr. Lloyd, I know he screwed up, but now's not the time to start pointing fingers. What the hell was that thing that attacked us?" Andrew said coldly, "A rare black tiger—in remote areas, they're also called mountain tigers. This type of

At that moment, Andrew casually reminded them, "Buzz and his men's torches are almost out of our sight. If we're going into the mountains, we need to leave right now. Following them gives us backup. If you're all scared, then let's head back home." Chantelle quickly made up her mind and said, "I think we can't turn back now. Kevin and Rafael are already ahead of us. Right now, they've probably already entered the forbidden area. If we go back home, then when we try again tomorrow, everything might be over." Tiana gritted her teeth. "Andy, you lead the way. Let's hurry and catch up. Anyone who wants to go home can do as they please, but I'm not going back." Logan said, "Andy, let's go. We came all this way, so we might as well see what's there." Andrew nodded. "Alright, since none of you object, we'll keep moving forward." After taking two steps, he suddenly turned back and looked at Ralph with a mocking smile. "Mr. Sutton, you're supposed to be the most impressive survival

"Mr. Wright Senior, what happened?" Logan rushed forward to steady Kevin and asked urgently, "Where's the rest of your security team? Why are there only a few of you left?" Kevin was still clutching a pistol, completely out of ammo. Blood covered his face, arms, and chest. No one could tell whether it was his or someone else's. "Logan? Andrew? It's you…" Kevin exhaled heavily, his voice shaky. "We need to go now. Get the hell away from this cursed place." He wiped the blood from his face, visibly rattled. "Leave now. I'm serious. Without heavy firepower, this place is a goddamn nightmare." Andrew frowned. "What exactly did you run into?" Kevin's mouth was dry as he swallowed hard. His voice trembled. "We don't even know what the hell they were. They were insanely fast and extremely bloodthirsty, and they seemed to be able to smell the living. "Most importantly, they weren't afraid of death. Regular pistols can't kill them unless you get a headshot." Kevin was a martial ki

"Take him down!" Buzz barked. To everyone's surprise, Kevin also shouted, "Blood Ghoul! Yes—that's exactly what it looks like! Quick! Kill him now, before it's too late!" Chantelle yelled, horrified, "Mr. Wright, are you insane? He's one of your own men!" Kevin roared back, "I couldn't care less about that now! Even if he is from the Wright family, we can't take any chances! Kill him now, damn it! Do it!" Chantelle felt a chill crawl up her spine. She never had any deep ties to the Wright family, but her years under Derek's guidance in the government had instilled a strict line when it came to taking a human life. To see Kevin, the head of the Wright family, so quick to sacrifice one of his own, rattled her to the core. "No… please… don't kill me…" Tora had dropped to his knees, holding his head, his voice ragged and confused. "I don't want to die…" Kevin snarled. "Tora, don't blame me for this. Blame your bad luck. You know what Blood Ghouls are, and you know how terrif