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The Poacher had dealt with Bi Fang before.

That was a long time ago.

While escorting the White-fronted Goose, due to the auditor's embezzlement, Bi Fang had a skirmish with the poachers in the wilderness.

Even a year later, today, the peril of that encounter was one of the few notable events in Bi Fang's increasingly eventful life.

In human society, there are two most extreme instruments of violence—arms and public opinion.

Let us not dwell on the latter; the former, with the advancement of Science, demonstrates such terrifying power that it's hard for anyone who faces it to remain entirely fearless.

Long before the invention of gunpowder, humans had become the undisputed top predators, thanks in no small part to the spear. There was no equal.

The advent of firearms widened the gap between humans and animals to an almost comical degree.

No matter how skilled you are, you'd fear a kitchen knife, let alone a genuine firearm.

Fortunately, in the end, Bi Fang proved to be the craftier one and managed to send everyone present to jail.

Half a year later, the trial endured to this day, with that small gang of poachers led by Legoff still quietly staying in prison, without any "big shot" paying to bail them out.

Afterward, Bi Fang didn't face any evident act of revenge, which basically matched his expectations.

The cost for a major crime syndicate to exact revenge on an individual was steep, especially when the target had a certain degree of influence in the international community.

In modern society, the more you do, the more mistakes you make; the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make; do nothing, make no mistakes—it's a universal truth everywhere.

The poachers might swagger within their turf, but if they sought to enact international revenge, it was as if they were tired of game meat and hankering for a taste of prison food.

Among poachers, there's only talk of profit, not of loyalty.

In the wilderness, there's a high chance of encountering traces of poachers, such as killed beasts of prey or rare animals skinned for their furs.

But, to actually run into them directly, the odds are very slim.

Unless one side purposefully seeks out the other and also possesses ample clues and markers.

Tourists who go missing in the wild without an accurate last-known location can hardly be found even with massive search parties.

The wilderness isn't just a mere adjective; it's a vast three-dimensional space that spans tens of thousands of square kilometers, filled with mountains, rivers, and dense forests.

Dropping a person in there is like a drop of water merging with the ocean.

If encounters are unlikely, then Bi Fang, no matter how much he dislikes poaching, has no reason to care if there are no direct conflicts.

You do your live streaming, and I catch my prey.

They're unrelated.

Everyone is gathered together because of money. When the costs and rewards are disproportionate, and everything becomes an established fact, no one will look for trouble.

Grace knows this well, and so does the TianusGra Corporation.

Even if the one caught was his half-brother, Grace had no intention of seeking revenge; he simply paid more attention to Bi Fang, this unique wilderness live streamer.

When bored, he would follow along, making him a sort of "fan."

Putting aside his standing and identity, Bi Fang's live streams were indeed captivating. Not to mention the thrilling moments, even during the mundane times, the knowledge shared was remarkably arcane—not necessary, but shocking.

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Moreover, strictly speaking, his brother was just an external employee of the corporation, a "temp worker" who took on minor tasks and spent more time on his own private jobs.

Just by looking at the name TianusGra, one could sense its ambitious scope, when reversed, it read Gratianus.

The elder son of Valentinian I, Emperor of the Western Roman Empire, crowned Augustus by his father at the age of 8, taught by the poet Decimus Magnus Ausonius.

He was passionate about hunting and ultimately lost his empire because of it.

Internal tasks within the corporation were mostly about providing services to tycoons with exotic hobbies, such as raising lion cubs or capturing falcons, starting from a million dollars. Simple fur and pet trades were almost always issued to small teams like Legoff's as tasks.

The team would take the job; the corporation would profit.

To the corporation, Legoff was hardly significant; if he was gone, plenty were ready to replace him.

The world never lacks those willing to risk it all for money.

Grace, the true corporate subordinate, had come to the African Savanna this time for a reward of five million from a Middle Eastern tycoon to bring back lively lion cubs.

Besides him and Chaman, there were two other vehicles, totaling eight people.

"Considering we are all on the Savanna, honestly, don't you have even the slightest desire?" Chaman joked playfully. "If you give the word, I can definitely find it within three days; you know the Savanna is like home to me."

Grace didn't doubt the truthfulness of Chaman's words. The guy was a "local," and no one knew the African Savanna better than he did.

For any task related to the Savanna, taking him along was a sure bet.

Chaman, originally named Kano, was born in a remote Kenyan village and lived off hunting for generations.

The hunting rifle had passed down to him.

When Kano killed an elephant for the first time at the age of thirteen, there was no reluctance.

As a child, Kano revered such enormous creatures as elephants, fascinated by the power they embodied, and worshipped them. But when the cutting blade was wedged in the elephant's skull and bloody ivory was pulled out, he felt an inexplicable joy.

An overwhelming sense of conquest filled his chest, perhaps, this was the so-called mission passed down to his generation.

In adult African Elephants, tusks can reach up to 2 meters in length, with two-thirds protruding outside the mouth and one-third deeply embedded in the skull.

To retrieve a complete tusk, poachers would either chop off the elephant's head or slash away its nose and much of its face.

In the days that followed, Kano spent his time with a rifle, with greed dictating those that fell before its cold barrel.

Years later, Kano had become a seasoned poaching expert; the hunting was left to the younger members while he only needed to track down herds of elephants, plan the hunts, and contact buyers.

And by then, the price of ivory had soared, and betrayals among poachers were not uncommon.

Thus, finding a reliable buyer was crucial.

That's when the corporation appeared before Kano, and from that moment, the village's Kano vanished, replaced by the poacher Chaman.

"Don't bother testing me." Grace put away his phone, twisted the key, and the engine started, "Hurry and contact the Boss; once we finish this job, let's head back early. I've had enough of the dust here."

The car kicked up dust and vanished into the horizon.