Chapter 285: Behemoth, A Hard Day
"Yes, yes," the old man quickly scrambled up from the ground, brushing the dust off his face as he struggled to lift a piece of ore. Coming over to John's side, he murmured, "Young man, don't stand up for others here. Life isn't valued here, and it could cost you your own."
With that, he painfully moved his feet and headed toward the other side of the mine, where ores were piled.
"Sir, let's go too," Dumas said nervously, tugging John away toward one of the mine tunnels, clearly anxious that John might interfere again.
Once out of sight from the Shadow Clan elites, Dumas let out a sigh of relief, leaning in to whisper, "Sir, I think I saw a Behemoth earlier. Not sure if it's the one you're looking for."
"Oh? Show me," John's interest was piqued.
Dumas seemed to have already familiarized himself with the area, as he led John through the mine tunnels until they eventually found a giant figure.