The leader was a skinny old man with a fierce expression and piercing gaze. A dozen young men and middle-aged men stood behind him expressionlessly. They were like a pack of starving wolves, and the old man was their alpha.
"Search for the target thoroughly and avoid detection. Inform the others as soon as any one of you finds the target. Once everyone gathers, we'll make a move together. We'll kill him with just a strike. Remember not to make a move on your own. None of you are a match for him in a one-to-one fight," the old man said tonelessly, "Now, go!"
"Understood," the dozen or so men replied in unison before they scattered in all directions.
These men moved with ease in the forest. It was like they were born hunters. They blended easily into their surroundings that most people would have a hard time detecting them even if they were in close proximity.