The wait was tough to endure, and it would be at least ten hours before Noah could get here.
Chu Mingcheng took out a tin-coated long stick, sitting in the vehicle on guard against approaching carnivorous animals—primarily other crocodiles.
As the morning went by without incident, he let out a sigh of relief.
He took out the bread he bought to fill his stomach and took a sip of water. Chu Mingcheng was still somewhat resigned to his dietary situation.
Every time he hunted Saltwater Crocodiles, it was practically all about eating various types of Western-style bread. He thought fishing at sea was more comfortable since he could cook whatever he wanted.
He thought the afternoon would pass quietly as well, but unfortunately, the dead Saltwater Crocodile still attracted the attention of its own kind.
A crocodile, the size of a small car, was slowly making its way over, looking like it was over four meters long.