Naqir frowned and said, "Looks like we have a lot to talk about."
Dora frowned as well.
"What do you mean?"
Naqir walked over to the deer, pulled out the arrow and jumped back as blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain.
A look of disgust appeared on Mira's face while others watched it as if it were the most normal thing they had ever seen.
Naqir pulled out a cloth from the pouch hanging by his side and began to clean the arrow. He spoke, "I was made a group leader three years ago."
"I know," Dora responded evenly.
He finished cleaning the arrow, placed it back into the quiver and gave her a faint smile before he continued, "At that time, all group leaders were informed about it, and they came to meet me..."
"What are you trying to say?" Dora questioned, feeling a bad premonition.
"I wasn't informed about this new group leader." His smile faltered, and he added, "Even though most group leaders do not like me, I don't believe they would do such a thing."
