"Monkey, the Wolf Slayer Camp is yours to handle. Any problems?"
Deep in the mountains, the foliage was rampant and a thick fog was rising, severely affecting both visibility and one's senses. Members of the Divine Machine Camp lay prone in the undergrowth, carrying no weapons or high-tech equipment, prepared to fight with nothing but their own physical strength.
"Leave it to me. They're just a bunch of defeated foes. I'll finish them in minutes!" Monkey licked his lips, his face filled with a frenzied fighting spirit.
"Good. I'm giving you twenty men so you can make quick work of it and reinforce the others," Jiaolong urged in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, twenty men are more than enough!" Monkey was extremely confident.
