The two fleets parted ways, and now it all comes down to luck, betting that the chief will chase the other team.
"Damn, these cowardly Chinese." Failing to make Tang Zheng serve as bait, the French cursed angrily.
"Enough, they're not fools." Another Group Leader rebuked his ally and launched a smoke bomb, hoping to obscure the tracks of the team and the trees. If the chief cannot assess their strength, he will set his sights on the Chinese, deciding to kill them first before dealing with his own side.
"You need to analyze the chiefs' mindset; they won't let any prey escape, so they will kill the weaker ones first," the Group Leader confidently stated. "Attacking the strong will delay them, allowing the others to escape."
The two chiefs, riding on pterosaur mounts, exchanged a glance and pursued different targets.
