A night had passed.

Dawn broke, and the faint morning light struggled through the thick mist that permeated every corner of the rainforest. Dewdrops clung to the firewood in the fire pit.

Before long, the fire pit was extinguished by the dampness.

Morning.

Rou Yi and Jennifer, listening from the side, were drooling with anticipation, constantly swallowing their saliva. They demanded that Fatty take them to eat hot pot with sliced mutton as soon as they left the rainforest.

Fatty and the others were speaking Chinese. Dodge and Derek couldn't understand them, and could only guess that they were talking about some kind of food based on the expressions of the three of them.

Fatty suddenly thought of something and asked Derek, the rainforest expert, "Hey, don't you think something's not quite right?"