Chen Wang asked with a smile.

The two Yang brothers also looked at Chen Jianjun with curiosity.

Chen Jianjun smiled and nodded, looking at the big bug on the ground, and said slowly: "I'm also taking a gamble. If you succeed, it will be useless for my father and I to rush over. It's better to go around in a circle and wait for you to come."

"Awesome, it seems that old ginger is still spicy, hahahaha..."

A hearty laugh came from the other side.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Yang Heping and Yan Laoliu had also arrived.

“Good luck!”

Chen Jianjun smiled modestly.

"We heard two gunshots. Who killed him?"

Yang Xuewu asked somewhat unwillingly.

"Hehe...my dad and I fired the gun together, so it's a 50-50 chance. Where's the bullet in the big insect's leg? Who shot it?"

Chen Dazhuang asked with a smile.

"Awang beat me!"

Yang Xuewu answered unhappily.

"Haha... I guessed it."

"Alright, alright, stop showing off."

"You are just envious and jealous, aren't you? Hahaha..."

Chen Dazhuang smiled even more proudly.

"I'm going to bury my dog."

Yan Laoliu said this calmly, then turned and left.

After many hunting dogs die, hunters will find a good place to bury them in the mountains.

"I'll go with you."

Yang Heping followed and turned to the crowd and said, "I'll leave this beast to you!"

After the two men left, Chen Jianjun stared at the corpse of the big insect on the ground, took out cigarettes and matches from his pocket, and lit a cigarette for himself.

Chen Wang keenly noticed that his hands were trembling slightly.