Shell Ant

In the swamp, mosquitoes danced, and a five-meter long bay crocodile was firmly bound at the snout, its vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity. At that moment, a young man cover in mud was straddling it, and he was very modest in the face of audience's praise.
"I'm Bi Fang, a professional explorer. I have trekked atop the roof of the world and traversed through the Valley of Death, and I've even challenged the mysterious Amazon. Even the National Geographic has named me the world's premier survival expert, the king of the wild at the top of the food chain, but trust me, that's all an overstatement..."
Under the crimson clouds, Bi Fang silently tightened the rope in his hand and, seeing that the bay crocodile beneath him had finally stopped struggling, he pulled out the Hunting Knife and killed it with a single strike to the underside of its jaw.
"Today is the second day of survival. I thought I would have to endure another hungry night, but now it seems, dinner has taken care of itself."

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The sun set on the horizon, and the black off-road pickup sped beneath the glow of the sunset, kicking up huge clouds of dust.


Sitting in the passenger seat, the Cheetah curled its tail around its buttocks, poking its head out the window as the wind tousled the fur on its head.


Releasing it was a technical task that required time.


No one knew whether they would encounter a patrol officer or a poacher next—they had to make every second count!


The weather was very dry, and the bumpy road conditions caused the car to raise huge clouds of dust, more uncomfortable than breathing smog, with saliva tasting of mud.


Bi Fang leaned out, pulled Harley's head back inside, and closed the window, he glanced at the rearview mirror, noting nothing unusual.


By the time Ved opened his eyes, the stars filled the night sky.


A huge round moon slowly rose from behind the tailgate, casting a cold light into the cabin, like a rushing tide.


Chapter 926 Hunting Month