Dismas raised his hand and pointed. "That one, closest to the Wolf Faction. If the Wolf Faction makes a move, they'll definitely be the first ones hit."
"This group has at least twenty men. With our strength, taking them down will be difficult. If we get tied up with them, it will surely alert the Wolf Faction. And if even one or two escape, our plan will be exposed."
Balistan slowly shook his head, his single eye reflecting the firelight with unwavering composure.
His words reminded Lance that their first step had to be flawless; anyone who escaped could compromise the entire plan.
"Let's target this one," Lance decided. "It's the closest to us and farthest from the other bandit strongholds. With only thirteen people, they'll be an easier target. After we take them down, we'll begin executing the plan."
Opting to pick the low-hanging fruit, the squad tidied up, extinguished the campfire, and disappeared into the darkness.
