Leitao was in a tree, his grip tight on the Semi-automatic Drum Repeating Crossbow, his eyes as sharp as a falcon’s. With a series of soft "thwips," the crossbow bolts acted like messengers of death, precisely felling several traitors. Caught completely off guard, the traitors collapsed instantly, their lives cut short in a single moment.
Having completed this round of shooting, Leitao agilely descended from the tree. At that moment, mist blanketed the jungle like a mysterious veil, providing him with superb cover. He moved through the fog like a phantom, quietly closing in on the panicked traitors.
The dagger in Leitao’s hand glinted with cold light amidst the jungle mist. Like a silent killer, every strike he made was clean and decisive. He approached a traitor, quickly covered the man's mouth, and plunged his dagger accurately into a vital spot. The traitor struggled for a moment before collapsing, lifeless. Leitao moved from one to the next, dispatching the traitors with his dagger in a swift, decisive manner, without a hint of hesitation.
Chapter 18