"You think I've got time to sit around bullshitting?!"
The dark-skinned burly man was so anxious he was spinning in circles, then turned to Chen Zhiyu and said:
"The village chief said everyone's been working hard doing the Wandering God procession, so he told us to bring out a big boar for the ancestral offering and treat everyone a bit, but before he could even finish talking, the pig rammed him flying....…"
"Dozens of us couldn't hold it down. Now, we can only ask you to come save him."
The stud boar that had just sent Chen Zhiyu's old man flying had been doing heavy-load training year in, year out, just to make sure it could provide the highest-quality seed for breeding.
Now that it's gone berserk, no one can stop it. The only one they can count on at this point is Chen Zhiyu.
Chen Zhiyu is one of the few legal Hunters in the whole village who are registered with the Public Security Bureau and allowed to use a shotgun.
