"It's a car tire, the tracks are quite new, likely left not long ago."
Morris Dawan said, "Looks like we have another competitor."
"Don't worry, the treasure is definitely ours." Luke mounted the motorcycle and continued forward.
However, he wasn't driving fast, his eyes occasionally scanning the surroundings to observe the terrain.
A few minutes later, Morris Dawan called for another stop, "There are new tire tracks ahead."
Luke got off the motorcycle to inspect; this time, the tire tracks were narrower, seemingly from a motorcycle.
Luke scrutinized them for a moment, feeling like he had seen these tire tracks before, resembling those left by the motorcycle driven by that black woman yesterday.
"It's the motorcycle tire marks, and they're quite fresh." Luke shrugged, "Why have so many treasure hunters suddenly appeared? Is the treasure really nearby?"
Of course, there's a bigger possibility that this is all because of that rat.
