"Who are you? Hands up!"
Just then, Uncle Quan, with a hunting shotgun in hand, emerged from the woods, followed by Dog Ye. After finding Dog Ye, he returned to the camp only to see a strange man making a move on Zhao Xiaoman. Immediately, he raised the shotgun and shouted at him loudly.
The assassin in the duckbill cap glanced at Uncle Quan, noticing only a hunter, with an antique shotgun that belonged in a museum for collection. So, why would he regard Uncle Quan with any concern?
"Old man, don't meddle."
The man wearing the duckbill cap looked at the gunpoint directed at him and said dismissively.
"Beat it! Or I'll shoot you dead,"
Uncle Quan was quite nervous, so much that his hands and feet began to tremble. He had plenty of experience hunting game, but he never had the nerve to shoot a person.
"Old man, let me take care of you first," the assassin with the duckbill cap snorted coldly and walked towards Uncle Quan.
