Tilia Island, Abandoned area.
The Poker group, after advancing, rested here.
Song Jinmin was eating with one hand, leaning against a large tree, while his other hand was bleeding. The team's medic was bandaging his wound.
Everyone remained silent. Lin Jingzhan and Moon sat to the side, their eyes scanning in all directions, their expressions heavy, like ice that wouldn't melt.
"Seems like they're coming again."
Moon's deep voice rang out, making the Poker members tense up, gripping their knives and looking in other directions.
The wind rustled through the tall grass, creating a soft sound.
They hadn't noticed any unusual activity around them.
"Stop looking around, it's in the southwest direction," Song Jinmin said.
Unlike the others, only he seemed relaxed, still eating.
For him, life was already cheap; if he died, he died. It didn't matter. After all, with so many people around, it wouldn't be lonely wherever he went.
