Bobby was struggling to flee despite his wounds, but the players were on his tail like jackals in the African desert, waiting for their prey to bleed to death from fear before they lunged forward brutally.
However, jackals hunted for food and to survive, while these people were simply enjoying the kill; they were far more rotten than jackals.
Luke turned the wheel and approached a car from the side.
The man on the back of the car shouted angrily, "Hey, you need to ask for our permission if you want to participate, George… Huh, where's George?"
Luke was now parallel with the player's car. He raised his right hand.
Bang!
The driver, who was looking at him in surprise, lost his head.
Luke hit the brake and lowered his head, aiming at the man standing on the back of the car.
Bang!
Another headshot.
After the two gunshots, there was yelling on the walkie-talkie. "Hey, who's shooting? Aren't guns forbidden in the hunt?"
