During the time he spent in the literary salon, Zhang Heng would accompany Hemingway to hunt every week, but as he said, it was hard for him to have any fun.
Apart from the fact that he could no longer feel too much emotion, it was also because of the fact that it was almost no challenge for him.
It was like taking on a mission to collect [ freshly ripened wild fruit ] or [ worn-out armor ] . The process of completing the mission itself was just a mechanical repetition, if it wasn't for the final mission reward, no player would have done it.
However, the hunt this time was different. Zhang Heng felt the pressure and challenge.
He got up early in the morning, put on his clothes, grabbed his shotgun and bullets, and walked out of the house.
