The sky grew dim. The four of them took turns carrying the two drag nets, resting periodically as they hurried back.
Thankfully, Qin Ziwen had walked this path several times. He had a general idea of where the slopes and pits were, which saved them from many a pointless detour.
As the sun dipped low in the west, darkness shrouded the forest.
"SCREE—"
The Beaked Eagle let out a sharp cry.
The four men stopped in their tracks.
Qin Ziwu raised his flashlight and swept the beam forward, but he couldn't see any sign of movement.
"There! In the tree!" Zhao Pu pointed to a branch up and to their right.
A leopard was perched there.
The leopard was over two meters long. In the beam of the flashlight, its pupils reflected an eerie green light.
