Every family had its troubles. Gangying might have stood above nearly every "beast" on Turtle Island, but when Jones got carried away, even Gangying could only look on helplessly.
Designing hunting traps was one thing. With Ratchet's help, Jones could make them far deadlier and harder to spot.
But what was with the elephant-dung pit traps, the fur-eating poison, and—worst of all—the wild boar lure?
Had the mighty Hunter Jones really sunk so low that these jokes were how he passed the time?
Still, no one could deny that Jones's mastery of traps was second to none. Once that smile appeared on his face, Mingde and the others' fate was easy to imagine.
Come to think of it, Drake, who might already have slipped deep into the island, was probably a target too.
What was there to say at a time like this?
I might as well just smile.
Gangying silently licked its paw, then sprang out the window to find somewhere in the forest to sleep.
Meanwhile, things were much simpler for Simon and Arudo.
With Dr. Landon—the doctor who was all skin and bones—as a witness, Wapol's brutal rule was laid bare before the Marines. Simon could hardly believe that an Affiliated Nation of the World Government could have such an outrageous king.
The World Government did not accept just any country. Beyond its political needs, it had strict requirements for an Affiliated Nation's strength and influence.
Other kings worked themselves to the bone to improve their people's lives and strengthen their countries. Wapol, on the other hand, cared only about his own pleasure, with no regard for whether his people lived or died.
Take his claim that he could simply find another batch of citizens if he ran out. With all his atrocities plain for everyone to