Although now he gained a bit of confidence after arranging his thoughts, even so, he still decided to play safe and only retaliate when there's no other option for him. It's not like he was too confident in his plan.

Moving ahead further, after more than dozens of minutes pa.s.sed, he stopped and looked around.

Heck! This...

He found the greenery around, a bit eerie and untouched. After which he realized something. Something really terrible. He was lost! And he was deep into the unprotected area of the forest. 

He hurriedly looked back, towards the direction he came from and found… Nothing. Although in the beginning, he left back too many traces while running in a frenzy, however after some time his body instinctively adjusted according to his situation and started using untraceable movement techniques. Now, there were no traces about the direction he came from.

"Heck! How will I return back?" He stared at the path behind him. It was as if no one ever walked on that path! The gra.s.s and leaves were still untouched and fres.h.!.+

This was a sign of breakthrough…

In the situation of panic, he broke through into a new level of "Devil's Walk"!

But he was not ecstatic, rather he cursed back himself. How the h.e.l.l his subconscious instincts dominated over his conscious mind and pushed him to this point where he can't even return.

…..

A few kilometres away from Alexander, a big muscular figure with long spiky hair stood still while gazing around in confusion and silently muttering, "Where did that rat run off to? Did he just vanish into the ground or the sky swallowed him up? There are no more traces of him ahead of here."

He was none other than "Ryan Reed the weed". After Alexander left in frenzy he decided to follow his usual viper like method and chase after him slowly while enjoying the feeling of fear brewing in Alexander's departing figure. But when he arrived at this point he found that he was unable to find any traces of Alexander. 

"Now, that's interesting. Preying on mentally and physically weak prey wasn't interesting. This rat 'Alexander' is really amazing. No wonder bigshots like David like him quite a bit." Unable to find any other clues, Ryan Reed wasn't disappointed. An interesting smile appeared on his face as he laughed out before preparing to leave this case for now.

"Interesting indeed"

However, a thoughtful voice sounded just beside him. However, to him, this was like a peal of thunder striking without any prior notice. His heart skipped a bit before a strong force hit him behind his neck, darkening out his world in that instant. He fainted before even he got to see that source of the voice.

"Heh, I never thought that this little pervert was from the group of that little b.a.s.t.a.r.d David. No wonder his actions were quite similar. That little b.a.s.t.a.r.d David must have affected him." A girl wearing an oversized black coat appeared beside the fainted body of "Ryan Reed the weed".

With her poker face, she crouched down and then placed her finger in front of the nostrils of Ryan. She was taking note of his breath. Feeling the warm air still gus.h.i.+ng out periodically, she retraced her fingers and stood up. 

"I thought I nearly killed him. Sigh… It was his fault to mention that little b.a.s.t.a.r.d 'David'. He isn't dead yet. However, I think he'll still require a few months to be able to walk in a straight line again."

Of course, she was Isabella who was out in search of Alexander. After running for some distance she found out a place where she noticed signs of someone running in a frenzy while someone else was chasing behind lazily. This piqued her interest and she arrived here following the traces expecting something good. However, she coincidently heard Weed's muttering and crazed laughter.

"This was a favour to that little pervert and that little b.a.s.t.a.r.d. But where is that little pervert? Did he really go to mate?"