They exchanged glances, but no one made a sound, continuing to observe the other group.
The seven of them seemed to have just been in a fight. They were all wounded, and their expressions were grim.
They sat on the ground, gasping for breath. Seven or eight figures lay on the ground nearby, looking as if they were already dead.
Among the bodies, a few wore the same camouflage as them, while several others were dressed in white.
The group hadn't noticed Stella Sterling and her team.
After they had rested under a large tree for a while, a man who looked like their leader suddenly started cursing, "Damn it! We finally caught sight of that old bastard Vincent Lawrence, and we let him get away! Next time I see him, I swear I'll grab him the second I get the chance."
Hidden in the shadows, Stella Sterling's eyelid twitched as she overheard their words.
'Vincent Lawrence?'
'Isn't that Professor Lawrence's name? So these people have already run into him?'
