Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 572 - 372 Bound_1

This was a glaring provocation—

Look, not only did I dig into your little treasury, I also smashed it for you to hear!

Did you hear it?

Is it loud?

The sound of the gold from your treasury, how wonderful it is~~

The boss was indeed provoked.

Under the government’s relentless pursuit and blockade, he had been slyly hiding, struggling, and scheming for so many years, stained with much blood, with most of his savings now in that bag, converted into gold bars.

And now, it was all going to belong to someone else?!

At this moment, all his concerns, the wariness of the newcomer, all his rationale, were thrown to the winds!

Or perhaps, knowing he might not be able to escape, he clenched his teeth and decided to fight to the end, and it would be even better if he could take the enemy down with him!

If death was imminent, he would drag the other down to hell with him!!

Right then, the boss was in a state of frenzy, clutching his gun as he charged back.

Lao Liu, on the side, watched the scene in astonishment.

The boss always used to say that in this kind of situation, escaping was the most important thing, and money could be earned again later.

He knew the right thing to do at this time was to pull the boss aside, calm him down, then continue running forward—the car was not far ahead.

But Lao Liu didn’t try to stop him.

Just from the boss’s reaction, Lao Liu knew there was something the brothers didn’t know and it was very serious. The pursuers behind them were definitely not to be trifled with, most likely someone was trying to backstab them; anyway, he didn’t dare to go back.

So, as the boss rushed back furiously with his gun, Lao Liu quickened his pace and continued forward.

The boss wasn’t running, but he would run for himself!

The boss would surely understand, right?

Hopefully, the boss could buy his brothers some more time!

If the noise grew louder, there might be an avalanche—he had to run faster!

Not far from them, Feng Yi’s scaly fingers grasped a gold bar falling through the air and tossed it into the bag in front of him.

Clang—another sound.

But after that smash, there were no more, as he had already sensed the opponent’s approach and the violent emotional aura.

Wow, he really got agitated!

Seems like he’s quite furious.

Since he intended to hand these people over to the authorities for interrogation, Feng Yi didn’t need to waste words on them. He was not going to ask questions himself as that could easily give him away; he would leave it to the professionals. After all, if the investigation involved him, they would certainly notify him.

But personal grudges still needed to be settled.

Toying with them a bit, seeing the man in rage, felt quite satisfying inside.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The boss, clutching his gun and coming over, didn’t get to see what the people there looked like. Through his night-vision goggles, he only saw shadows moving and opened fire directly.

The silent snow mountain landscape was broken by a succession of gunshots cutting through the whistling wind.

Consumed by rage, the boss was in a state of indiscriminate attack; if Lao Liu had been close at that moment, he would have been hit too.

But even after firing so many shots, he still hadn’t hit the target.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, whirling as if a colder breeze had suddenly swept past them from behind.

Before he could react, a shadow lunged at his gun-holding arm.

Crack!

A light sound of bone breaking.

Pain, anger, despair, with intense emotions, a shrill and frenzied scream erupted through the mountains.

"Ahh—"

Lao Liu, who was on the run, faltered in his steps.

His entire being felt as though soaked in an ice pit.

His lips trembled, and fear spread in his heart.

That was the boss!

From the sound of gunfire to that scream, and then the abrupt cessation of the screams.

It was clear—

Even the mighty boss had been taken down?

Could he still escape?

Could he make it out alive?!

No, he must escape!

He quickened his steps, his shaky legs sliding uncontrollably, taking a fall, his hands either frozen or scared, as he failed to grasp the hunting rifle during the tumble.

The hunting rifle fell forward, and he couldn’t care to pick it up; he even threw off the pack he was carrying to lighten the load, and immediately scrambled up to keep running towards the woods.

As he burst into the forest, the uneven ground concealed by snow could trip him up if he wasn’t careful.

After a series of falls and bumps, Lao Liu finally saw the car ahead.

But at this moment, there was no trace of joy on his face.

He suddenly realized that there was too much snow around, the blizzard had persisted for so long that the mountain was now sealed off.

All the driveways were difficult to navigate. Even if he made it to the car, it was not certain he could safely drive it far at this point.

Then, from the edge of the forest behind him, there was a sudden disturbance.

It was as if someone had passed by, stirring the branches and causing the accumulated snow to scatter.

Lao Liu’s heart quivered.

It was too late!

His mind racing, he decided not to go to the car, he had another idea.

He lightened his footsteps, covered his tracks on the ground, and flipped into a depression.

Lao Liu hid himself, buried in snow, daring not to make a sound.

Creak.

Creak.

The sound of footsteps on the snowy layer was approaching step by step.

From the sound of it, the other person’s pace was steady; though it didn’t sound fast, he was catching up quickly! This was unreasonable!

The footsteps were getting closer.

Lao Liu, hidden in the snow, breathed as lightly as he could when he heard the sound approaching.

For a moment, a thought flashed through his mind—was the person chasing them really human?

In such conditions, to be able to track them down so quickly, there must either be a large group that had laid a trap from all sides, or... it was not human!

Recalling the events of the night, he was more inclined towards the latter.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered a phrase that Lao Wu had often muttered: "Mountain spirits are sensitive to the breath exhaled by humans."

If you hold your breath, you won’t be easily discovered... right?

Lao Liu held his breath.

The footsteps stopped.

Lao Liu: Effective?!

Feng Yi: ???

Feng Yi: Let’s see how long you can hold it.

Counting the seconds silently, Feng Yi’s scaled fingers fidgeted with the hunting rifle he had just picked up, quietly observing.

He could sense that the other person was holding his breath, but he didn’t quite understand why, even if the other person was nervous, would he need to do so? After all, they weren’t underwater.

Though puzzled, Feng Yi still decided to play along. This poacher was the last one left in the snowy mountain, so take it slow.

When the man eventually couldn’t hold his breath any longer and took an extremely faint breath, Feng Yi threw his gun at him.

Inner thoughts: See how much I’m cooperating with you~~

He dragged the unconscious man out and dumped him to the side.

Feng Yi then checked the car nearby, searching it thoroughly.

This must be a spare vehicle; it was empty inside. It was probably bought recently from the villagers, and it had a mix of scents, but the scent of this gang wasn’t very strong.

Dragging the unconscious Lao Liu on the ground, Feng Yi went back to pick up the boss, who was tossed earlier into the snow and was knocked out, and returned to the car where Lao Si was.

The boss, Lao Si, and Lao Liu—three people—Feng Yi stripped them of their equipment, things like night vision goggles and hidden daggers, he took everything off them.

Then he broke their legs to prevent them from running away, especially the boss, who was too cunning.

They were knocked out again upon waking and tied up and thrown into the car. The car tires were all punctured.

The animal skins, the Shatush, and everything else were left there; they all were evidence.

Feng Yi counted, adding up the three people here and the three in the tent to a total of six.

There were only six people that came here, and he had tied them all up.

A gang of brothers should be rounded up completely!

Feng Yi secured the people on this side, then flipped over to the other side of the mountain to check on the people in the tent to make sure they were still breathing and hadn’t escaped. Feng Yi quickly descended the mountain.

I’ve avenged myself; let the official investigation handle the illegal poaching of protected animals.

For the illegal hunting, killing of key protected wild animals, and the illegal purchase, transport, and sale of key protected wild animals and their products, particularly severe cases are punishable by more than ten years in prison.

But apart from hunting protected animals, they might have human blood on their hands.

If that turns out to be true, could they be sentenced to death?

Feng Yi didn’t go too hard on them. It wouldn’t be good for the interrogation if he injured them severely—they’d need time to heal.

This was just right. I was so gentle that the officials could interrogate them upon taking them back.

Feng Yi thought this while descending the mountain, and then suddenly another thought struck him: In a certain sense, couldn’t I also be considered a critically endangered protected animal?

Or maybe, on the verge of extinction in the wild?

Yes, a ferocious poaching gang intending to kidnap and harm a "critically endangered animal" yet getting killed by the "critically endangered animal" instead.