Poachers

Chen Zhao did not like unexpected events like this. All he wanted was an ordinary tour in the wild, a normal hunting experience.

The carcasses were piled up before them. While they had yet to rot, they already smelled extremely unpleasant.

In the warm environment, the carcasses were already emitting a pungent odor.

"Let's go back," Chen Zhao said.

Even the death seeker Laurent did not object to the suggestion.

However, before long, Black-Ma suddenly ran toward them from the front.

"Master, I smell humans from the headwind, and also the strong smell of blood."

Chen Zhao frowned. Headwind, which was the direction they had come from and were currently heading toward.

"Stop," Chen Zhao said.

"What's wrong?"

"The poachers might be in front of us," Chen Zhao said. "Black-Ma smelled them. It's that direction."

Everyone was slightly hesitant, but they knew that Chen Zhao's pets were all extraordinarily intelligent.