It was a silent, clear night, where on a relatively spacious mountaintop, those who had escaped were camping.
The four men keeping watch by the fire were all injured, their bandages stained with a dark red, dried blood.
The firelight illuminated the low, dead grass nearby, where several people lay.
Some winced quietly in pain from their wounds, some stared wide-eyed, sleepless all night, while others with big hearts snored softly.
A few leaders sat cross-legged, healing themselves.
"Brother Wang, do you think Little Brother Cheng is still alive?"
Beside him, a worried-looking skinny tall man couldn't help but ask.
This group was considered relatively lucky.
Five or six crocodiles had chased them, leading them away from the main crocodile group.
They surprisingly encountered a larger group that had escaped first, and together swiftly dealt with these crocodiles before fleeing here.
