The muzzle of sin protruded from the bushes, and after three seconds, a little rabbit met its tragic death on the spot.
This was a gentle slope of meadow, the size of a thousand acres, located between the primeval forest and the mountain ranges. Burrows were scattered all over the meadow, which was overrun by a plague of rabbits living there. Due to the backflow of rainwater, some rabbits were forced to leave their homeland; they either climbed up into the mountains or bounced around on the spot. Eating grass, soaked in rain, they enjoyed a carefree existence.
The area had also become Lin Wu's hunting ground. In the span of one minute, four rabbits were cruelly killed on this land. Stepping out of the woods, Lin Wu started to skin and butcher the rabbits; from each rabbit, he harvested 0.5 kilograms of edible meat. After storing the rabbit skins and meat, Lin Wu returned to the shelter of the trees, sat down, set up his gun, and quietly waited.
