A forest.
Silence.
A wild hare suddenly jumped into sight, chewing something.
It was moving forward while paying attention to everything in its surrounding down to the tiniest blade of grass.
As it jumped again, a hand caught and softly picked it up mid-jump.
For some reason, being caught by this hand, the hare was trembling all over, unable to move a single muscle.
Zhang Ying Hao gave the hare to Tong Tong behind him.
"Is it cute?" he asked.
"It is!" Tong Tong happily hugged the hare and added: "Wild game always tastes much better; I want to grill it"
"Tch, you're such an un-cute little girl" Zhang Ying Hao commented.
A cold voice came behind them: "Boss, Zhang Bei Jia shot my paper puppet dead"
Zhang Ying Hao turned around.
Three paper puppets were standing on the grassy ground.
One of them looked like Zhang Ying Hao.
