The tall man sat imposingly on a rock, giving orders. His two underlings immediately got to work—one started dressing a wild pheasant, while the other inspected the suspended wild foxes.
"Boss, the fur on these wild foxes is pretty good, but the meat isn't worth much. Why don't we keep it for ourselves?"
The wild foxes, their eyes filled with terror, trembled and let out weak whimpers, as if begging for mercy. But Qiao An could hear nothing but furious curses.
Number Two, who was plucking the pheasant, heard this and snorted in displeasure. "Fox meat is gamey as hell. I'm not eating that."
Number Three, however, poked at the wild foxes with great interest, watching the little creatures tremble and whimper for their lives.
"These little things are pretty interesting. No wonder they talk about fox spirits. Too bad we're broke right now. Guess you'll have to be the ones to suffer."
HISS…
