Chapitre 203: The Eighth Game: Wilderness Hunting Ground 9

Five minutes later, a group of people arrived in the vicinity, their eyes gleaming at the airdrop ahead.

Airdrops were crucial, especially when no one else was around! They felt like the chosen ones.

"Since no one else is here, let's quickly open the box and grab the items, then we can leave."

A middle-aged man, covered in mud, eagerly rushed to open the box, only to freeze in place.

"What's inside?" his companions, assuming he had found something valuable, hurried over to look. "Damn! Who acted so quickly?"

They had been nearby when the airdrop fell, thinking it was secure, but it turned out to be an empty box.

Without supplies, one either goes hungry or heads to the central supply point in the hunting grounds. There, the supplies are sufficient, but there are always hunters lying in wait nearby. Without some advanced skills, going there would be like walking to one's death.

Wen Nannan had encountered several corpses along the way, the scene gruesomely bloody.