"So, tell me about the time when Pello was a hunter," Su Ziceng said with a smile, turning to face Anthony, a lively little black mole and a dimple on his face. Anthony thought for a moment. It seemed that Pello had only asked him not to talk about the present, so the past should not be a big deal. "Let’s start from when he caught his first fox. That kid was only twelve, but already craftier than a fox," Anthony said, taking another sniff of his cigarette, his spirits lifted. Hunters love to tell hunting stories the most, whether they’re about themselves or a foster child shot by their own gun. While Anthony was telling a different story every day about catching foxes, catching wolves, and setting traps, the team bear hunting in the Shanyin area of the Alps was still searching in the deep mountains. Unlike what Olson had expected, being able to find Snow Bear immediately, they spent another five or six days and still found no trace of Snow Bear. However, the idea that more animals appeared after an avalanche was correct. Deer and rabbits moving around in the mountains were becoming more and more numerous. One day, Olson was even certain they had missed a wolf. It was in a hollow. Besides the cleanly gnawed carcass of a deer, there was also a collapsed snow shelter there. Although those hunters had some doubts about the deer carcass that Olson thought had been so cleanly eaten only by wolves, headstrong Olson still believed that in the snowy mountains, apart from the legendary snow wolves that had long been extinct, no other animal could gnaw a full-grown male deer so cleanly. You know, vultures don’t appear at this season anymore. The hunters, who had been boiling with enthusiasm, lost their interest after several days of continuous tracking. Complaining, they climbed back into their off-road vehicles, and the only one who remained spirited from start to finish was Olson alone. However, over these days, Wen Maixue seemed to have also fallen in love with hunting. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥 She just preferred to sit in the slowly moving off-road vehicle, watching the feeling of a group of men driving and chasing prey. That made her feel lively and allowed her to forget Pello’s shadow that appeared in her dreams every night. "If we can’t find a ghost of a bear today, we will go down the mountain," the leading Hunter cursed. The money Olson gave was for leisure and fun, not for running around chaotically. Once spring comes and one encounters groups of roaming bears, it would be spending money to buy death. "Blathering on, next year I definitely won’t hire any of you again," Olson threatened as well. These newly recruited hunters were much worse than the old ones, charging higher prices and doing less work. Under their lead, hunting had become child’s play, like kids playing with toy guns. Filled with grievances, both groups went around the place where they had previously found the bear trap one last time. "Stop, all of you money-grubbing mongrels, stop!" Olson cursed. He had already seen some new, messy footprints, the footprints of wild animals, next to the bear trap. "It’s a bear, you blind fools, are you all clear on that?" Olson jumped off the vehicle, pulling off some fresh red fur that was still hanging on the sharp bear trap. Olson would bet the lives of a hundred miners he had in Africa that this was fur left by a thick-furred adult bear. "It’s a bear!" the leading Hunter furrowed his brow and leaned over the bear trap, digging out snow. Next to the bear trap, some of the snow had turned pink, "It’s an injured bear." The hunters in the vehicle all fell silent. As hunters, they all preferred to hunt uninjured bears. Pursuing an injured bear not only sounded bad but was likely to offend other hunters, and more importantly, an injured bear was dangerous. "So what, you cowardly pups, if you don’t help me catch this bear that’s come right to our doorstep, don’t even think about getting this time’s pay, let alone the next," Olson did not care and continued to threaten. "Dad, let’s go back," Orleans said, coming up next to Olson, trying to persuade him. With a "slap," Olson slapped him, "I really doubt if you’re really my son, you coward, get out of here." "Xuexue, don’t mind these cowards. You tell me, should we go after that bear or not?" Olson grabbed Wen Maixue, pinching her chin and pressing her for an answer. "Go after it, of course we should go after it," Wen Maixue looked at the fur hanging on the sharp wood, her eyes turning pink too. (To be continued... If you work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)