The tough man and Zhang Heng were both very efficient. Fifteen minutes later, the two of them had entered the forest with their shotguns in their hands.

  When the tough man squatted down to study the footprints of the animals on the ground, Zhang Heng asked, “Why me? Is it because I chose a popular novel?”


  “I don’t care about that kind of boring stuff,”the tough man shook his head. “I chose you because you look different from the nerds inside. You should know how to use a gun, but hunting requires a gun.”


  Zhang Heng found it hard to refute this reason, but after a pause, he said, “The first pilot should also know how to use a gun, so why not look for him?”


  “Him? “I don’t like him, just like I can tell that he doesn’t like me either. To be more precise, he doesn’t like all adults. Besides, don’t look at how warm his story is, he’s actually quite problematic here.”The man pointed at his own head.

  “Of course, if he hadn’t been plagued by depression, he wouldn’t have been able to write words that could heal people’s hearts. Talent can sometimes be a form of torture, especially for people in our line of work. Most people have some mental problems, and I’m no exception. If I stay with him for too long, I’m afraid that I’ll blow my head off with the shotgun in my hand.”


  The tough man pulled his boots out of the mud and continued, “Besides, you’re a newcomer here, so I’m guessing you’ll accept my invitation.”