After running out of bullets, the group remained silent for a long time. Finally, Wenfei took out a dagger and began digging a hole under the thick jujube tree.
Chen Chongshan understood what Wenfei was going to do, so he took out his machete and went over to help. The remaining three Xia Si dogs stayed by the side of the two dead Xia Si dogs and did not leave. Ah Huang, however, had already led Luosha and Shake to continue chasing after the sow that had run into the forest.
Ah Huang was extremely decisive. His two comrades had already lost their lives, and staying in the same place to grieve was useless. He needed to vent his anger and demand an explanation for their deaths. The sow was the source of the trouble, and he could not let her escape.
The sow with the broken leg didn't run far; it had already lowered its guard when it saw that the hunting dogs and hunters weren't chasing it.
With the king of wild boars personally taking action, the mother boar felt absolutely safe. No matter how powerful the hunting dogs were, they would never be a match for the king of wild boars. They would all be torn apart by this fierce boar and even eaten as food.
However, just as it stopped to tend to its injuries, Ah Huang caught up, and soon Luocha and Shak also appeared.
The female wild boar weighed only a little over 100 pounds and had suffered a serious injury to its hind leg. Its fighting ability had dropped to a minimum, and its resistance seemed powerless. Ah Huang pushed it hard to the ground, and before it could get up, he had already pressed down on it and bit down hard on its throat below the neck.
The mother wild boar let out a terrified scream, but it was too late to escape.
Shak and Rakshasa had caught up, and their fangs instantly struck the wild boar's vital points.
They had already developed a fighting understanding with Ah Huang. After a fierce battle down below, they had taken down the nearly 200-pound wild boar. Taking down this female wild boar would be a piece of cake.
The hounds' fangs were like the Grim Reaper's scythe to the sow; soon, the sow's life force was completely taken away by the hounds' fangs.
The pit under the jujube tree was deep enough. Wenfei cleaned up the bodies of the two Xia Si dogs and prepared to put them into the pit. At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from below, and then the villager who had run away earlier came running over with several other young hunters.
Upon seeing that everyone was safe and sound, and that the wild boar king had fallen dead, the villager visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Several young hunters were also full of admiration for the huge wild boar. They circled the boar a few times, and then, after seeing Wen Fei's actions, a young man with a slightly roguish air said, "Why bury it? We can take it back and make a hot pot. It's the middle of autumn, a good way to nourish ourselves."
The young hunter's words were echoed by several others, who nodded in agreement. This group was clearly a duo, also from Meishan County.
After the villagers ran away, they were worried about the safety of these people, so they ran back to the village for help. Then the county officials in charge of organizing things in the village sent these young people over.
Wen Fei stopped what he was doing because of the young man's words. His body trembled slightly. He gently placed the body of Xiao Si the dog into the pit, then slowly got up and walked to the young hunter.
"What's up, buddy? You look unfamiliar. Any advice?"
The young hunter, still sporting his roguish air, smiled and asked Wen Fei.
Wen Fei remained silent, but in the next moment he suddenly kicked out, striking the young hunter hard in the stomach. The young hunter was sent flying far away by Wen Fei's powerful kick. Seeing Wen Fei suddenly attack, the other young men rushed towards him instantly.
Seeing this, Xu Jiaming and Chen Chongshan rushed forward, but Wen Fei did not back down. He gripped his dagger and took a step forward to the young man, stabbing him in the thigh. Blood gushed out instantly and sprayed onto Wen Fei's face.
Wen Fei's expression was extremely ferocious, and with the blood he had sprayed on him, he looked like a demon from hell. The young hunter on the ground let out a terrible scream, and because of his scream, his companions were all frightened and dared not move forward.
Come on.
A few sneers, like those of a demon king, appeared on Wen Fei's ferocious and indifferent face as he looked at the group of people and shouted. His heart was already filled with anger because of the deaths of the two hunting dogs, and this young thug had just touched a nerve with Wen Fei.
Although Wen Fei behaved properly in front of Xu Jiaming and Chen Chongshan, deep down he was still the arrogant young master Wen, one of the most powerful young masters in Yizhou City.
He could submit to Xu Jiaming, but he could not allow these thugs to run wild in front of him. These two Xia Si dogs had just saved his life, and Wen Fei would never allow anyone to insult them in the slightest.
Moreover, if a hunter has no feelings for his hunting dogs, he is not worthy of being called a human being.
Wenfei's sudden madness instilled an irresistible fear in the hearts of this group of young people. Although they outnumbered each other, none of them were willing to face such a ruthless person.
Chen Chongshan and Xu Jiaming both stopped and watched quietly. The situation was under control, and they both believed that Wen Fei could manage himself.
As for the stabbed young man, neither Xu Jiaming nor Chen Chongshan felt any sympathy for him. If it were them, they believed they would have done the same as Wen Fei.
The whole scene suddenly fell silent, leaving only the stabbed young man lying on the ground groaning in pain.
Seeing that the group of people did not move, Wen Fei got up again and walked to the jujube tree to continue burying the dog. The group of young people left with a "You wait" and hurriedly helped the injured young man down the mountain.
Wen Fei was clearly not afraid of such threats. No matter how well these people did in Meishan County, they would hardly catch Wen Fei's eye.
He doesn't even need to lift a finger; a single phone call is enough to make them wish they were dead.
Besides, even without using power, what kind of future can a group of people who can be frightened by one person with a dagger have?
What big thing did they do?
Wen Fei quietly buried the dog, while Chen Chongshan and Xu Jiaming waited for him in silence.
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