Li Long came to the Wolf-Head Platform. The wolf caught in the snare earlier was dead, its blood soaking the ground and staining the frozen lump of wolf innards red.
The alpha wolf was not quite dead yet and was still twitching. In the faint light, Li Long could just make out that it was still staring at him. It would probably die with its eyes open.
It did not matter. The pack had more or less been wiped out anyway and could no longer cause any real trouble.
The fox was whimpering, probably frightened out of its wits. When Li Long looked at it, it seemed to be lying flat on the ground, wagging its tail nonstop as though begging him for mercy.
That pitiful expression-he could not see its eyes clearly in the darkness, but it really did look pitiful. Li Long also smelled shit. It had probably shat itself in fright.
He walked over and stepped on the fox's neck. It did not even resist!
It really was scared witless!
Li Long bent down, undid the fine iron wire around its leg, then picked it up by the neck and threw it far out into the snow. Go on. Lord Long is feeling merciful today. I won't kill you!
The fox probably never expected to be released. It rolled twice in the snow, got up, and looked toward Li Long. Seeing that he had already gone to deal with the two wolves, it hurriedly bounded through the snow toward the pine trees and soon disappeared.
That'll probably haunt it for the rest of its life, won't it?
Li Long did not dare let his guard down. Holding the gun in his right hand, he dragged the alpha wolf to the Wooden Cabin with his left, then went