128. Hit the mark with a single shot
"Squeak, squeak—"
"Damn, this little thing is really slippery!"
"Capture it alive, don't damage its fur."
"Got it."
Amid the bushes, Tang Shu divided her attention between the tussle among the men and the Purple Sable and observing the attire of the men. Not surprisingly, she saw small animal carcasses hanging on their bodies, and even a blood-stained roe deer skin.
A glint of understanding flashed in her eyes.
"So they're poachers."
Within this blessed heartland of the forest, ordinary people wouldn't normally venture so deep. Those who could bring rifles must have something to rely on, and there are many rare animals here.
Purple Sables, Northeast Tigers, roe deer—all were among them.
High risk often comes with high reward, and it was clear that these men were on an unlawful path.
Tang Shu assessed the strength of the men, glanced at the Purple Sable hopping up and down the trees, and her eyes instantly became fervent.
"Little guy, it seems we are fated today."