This was a mountain pass beside a sheer cliff, more than 4,500 meters above sea level.
Duojie and the others climbed up and set up their binoculars, looking down over the cliff.
In the distance, they saw three vehicles racing across the land. Herds of Tibetan antelope scattered in panic. Faint gunshots drifted up, and one running antelope after another fell.
"You see it now. This is what Bolamula is like. Every time they come in, there's one less herd of antelope. It's infuriating!" Duojie gritted his teeth.
Wang Yan also watched through his binoculars. The hunt was already winding down. The vehicles had stopped and the poachers were setting up camp, preparing to cook on the spot. At the same time, several people had taken out knives and begun skinning the animals.
When Wang Yan said nothing, Duojie waved his hand. "If we go down the mountain and head over there, it'll still be more than thirty li. It'll be dark soon. Let's go. We'll try to catch them before nightfall."
Everyone got into the vehicles, and the two cars sped down the mountain one after the other.
They knew a fight was coming, but the mood inside the vehicle was relaxed. There was no tension at all. Instead, they started asking Wang Yan questions.
"College student, you saw their weapons too. They've got either AKs or Type 56s. Guns are definitely going to go off later. Are you scared?" The skinny Samba drove while still finding time to glance back at Wang Yan's reaction.
"Of course I'm not scared. I'm actually pretty excited. Duojie, can you give me a gun? Let me fire a few shots too?" Wang Yan volunteered eagerly. "I'm a really good shot."
By now, Duojie and the others had fully accepted Wang Yan. Over