Chapter 43

Zhou Yang did not sleep well that night. Just as he was about to drift off, he would be jolted awake again. Every so often, he would add more wood to the campfire, keeping a constant watch to ensure it did not go out. When the morning sun gently descended, half of Zhou Yang’s face was illuminated by the white light filtering into the cave. He blinked his heavy eyelids, stretched, and slowly sat up. The weight of the gun resting on his body had made his arm go numb. Spending the night here was truly a hassle. There was no one to help keep watch, and a moment of carelessness could mean falling into danger. It seemed he could not stay in this area any longer; there were wolves nearby. In Zhou Yang’s eyes, wolves were actually more difficult to deal with than tigers. These creatures were agile and hunted in packs; even with a gun, it was hard to hold his own against them. They knew how to coordinate their hunts, and more importantly, wolves could climb trees.