Early the next morning, Wang Yan did not cook again. He simply reheated the food, and that was that.
Duojie arranged how to get all dozen-plus people out while ensuring the safety of their own men. In the end, Wang Yan volunteered. He and Duojie drove the small truck, transporting the poaching gang.
These were all ruthless characters—men who dared to pull the trigger and dared to run. So they left them to Wang Yan, a ruthless man who had earned the title of the mountain patrol team's "Killing King" almost as soon as he arrived. Wang Yan was especially well-suited to watch them, given his formidable skills and ability to counter them. With Duojie alongside him to keep an eye on the poachers' little moves, safety was ensured to the greatest possible extent.
The others split up and drove away all the poachers' vehicles. The vehicles carried the hides the poachers had obtained, as well as several men who had come along to skin them.
Those cars were money too. Once they got back, they could strip parts from them to repair their own vehicles. Truth be told, the poachers' cars were better than the mountain patrol team's.
They traveled all the way without incident, fortunately encountering no other gangs to cause trouble. After driving for two and a half days, they finally left the uninhabited zone. Without stopping at all, they picked up White Chrysanthemum, who had remained behind at the station, and headed for the county town...
"I heard you killed four people?"
White Chrysanthemum took over the driving from Wang Yan. Wang Yan moved into the passenger seat, while Duojie went to another vehicle.
"I just got lucky."
"In Bolamula, there's no such thing as luck. If you shot accurately, then you shot accurately. I know