San Pang swayed his portly body, nonchalantly wriggled out of the skylight, took the crossbow rifle handed to him by his subordinate, and then haughtily said, "Everyone, pull yourselves together. This is our first time dealing with this kind of business, and we must be spirited. If anyone screws up, I'll stab them to death, got it clear?"
The four hunters armed with tranquilizer guns and replica guns responded, "Got it clear." Accustomed to hunting wildlife, they didn't take this mission too seriously. Compared to dealing with grassland wolves or Northeastern brown bears, taking down a person was far too easy; they even thought it was making a mountain out of a molehill.
One of them looked at the tranquilizer gun in his hand, curled his lip disdainfully, and said, "San Pang, this thing is not very useful, eh? It's not as satisfying as a hunting rifle. If we used a hunting rifle, just take aim and with a casual shot, even a tough-skinned bear couldn't withstand it."
