What would mere money matter compared to YingEr?
"Pah! Di surnamed fellow, do you think I'm a fool?"
Jiang Dacai remained unshaken: "Don't think that your wishful plan can succeed with just a little tinkling sound! I tell you, even if I die, I'll still drag a few people down with me! Hahaha..." he started to laugh hysterically.
Even before Di Yelei started talking, Zhang Peng had circled around to the other side.
The two of them were used to hunting together for many years, used to communicating with eye contact, and used to hunting at night. The most important thing in hunting was to determine the threat of the prey. Meanwhile, the two men had silently begun to cooperate in hunting.
"Ah! It hurts..."
YingEr suddenly let out a miserable scream.
That heartless Jiang Dacai actually cut YingEr's collarbone, causing fresh blood to flow visibly, and also waking her from her coma.
Di Yelei roared in pain: "YingEr! - Jiang Dacai, you bastard!"