Chapter Three Hundred and Twelve: Own Goal

Staying under the tree, Gao Yang worried he might be noticed by those who had fled, but he couldn't bear to leave the English-speaking poacher behind.

Due to the language barrier, Gao Yang had hardly any chance to capture anyone alive. Now that he finally had the opportunity to learn some information, he could only choose to stay under the tree temporarily and wait until he had asked all the necessary questions before leaving.

Gao Yang never stood up. After crawling over to the poacher clutching his belly, he whispered, "Don't move. If I ask you something, you answer truthfully, and I might spare your life. Otherwise, I'll kill you on the spot."

The poacher cried out loudly, "Don't kill me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die here."

Gao Yang growled, "If you don't want to die, then shut up. Now tell me, people drove away this afternoon. Where did they go? What were they doing?"