"No ill intentions? Poachers, huh, killed by a soldier?" Lin Weiguo glanced at the large bag, caught a glimpse of tiger skin through the zipper gap, and could not help but make a sarcastic remark, "Tiger bones and tiger skins, your haul is quite extensive. How many did you slaughter?"
Upon hearing about the tiger skin, Little Lolita stood on her tiptoes, peeking into the large bag.
"Our apologies." Exuding a pleasant smile, the scar-faced boss opted to placate, without understanding the full situation, "May I ask who you are? If you need money, let my second-in-command know."
Getting a nod from the boss, Second-in-command drew a stack of money from his bosom and handed it to Lin Weiguo. He scowled as he saw Lin Weiguo not reaching out to take it. Angrily, he raised his gun and pointed at him, cursing, "Don't push your luck."
