However, his confidence was not unfounded. Fabio indeed had a way to deal with that bloodthirsty beast, but there was no way he was going to tell Chad about it. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the rugged terrain, and the air was thick with tension. Fabio could feel the weight of Chad's gaze on him, a palpable pressure that made his skin crawl.
"Do you perhaps have a way to deal with that bloodthirsty beast?" Chad asked, his voice dripping with surprise and a hint of mockery.
"This is none of your business. If you don't have what it takes, then head back. Don't make this place your grave," Fabio shot back, his tone cold and unyielding. He turned on his heel, leading his group onward, his heart racing with a mix of determination and dread.
Chad was livid as he watched Fabio and his group leave. The audacity of that man infuriated him. He had always prided himself on being in control, and now, he felt like a puppet with its strings cut.