57 Phantom of the Forest

In the dense jungle, a group of bandits were seated around a fire. They were tearing into chunks of meat cut from a half-roasted wild beast, expressions grim on their faces.

Nearby, the mountain forest was still filled with all kinds of strange sounds, alongside the crackling of wood burning fiercely in the fire. In this not-so-silent environment, it wasn't considered jarring.

"Boss, it's confirmed that Jack's group has been wiped out... Although they weren't with us, their deaths... were too gruesome," a middle-aged bandit with a scar on his forehead said, sitting beside the fire with a bow and arrows on his back, chewing on a piece of meat streaked with blood as he spoke.

Sitting there, the burly bandit leader Dos's face darkened, ignoring the noise of his men, merely bowing his head and eating his roasted meat.