"What now...?" Tania was referring to the problem of transporting the Red Hatchling Dragon back to the Dragon Nest camp. This creature alone weighed nearly half a ton. Their fishing nets and iron chains had already been wrecked during the previous hunt, especially when David made his final pounce—they snapped and broke. Even if they felled flax bushes and cut vines on the spot to twist into ropes, then tied up the dragon to be carried by sheer manpower, it would still consume a great deal of time.
She had no objection, but she was certain her hot-tempered older brother lacked the patience for such a task. Meanwhile, David, already covered in bloody scratches from the capture, wasn't keen on tangling with this "Sichuan Spicy Dragon" again anytime soon. And he certainly wouldn't let his sister risk her neck on such a high-risk, thankless task. If their captive didn't cooperate and regained its ability to breathe intense flames, it would be a ticking time bomb.
