Chapter 1002 Hunting (1/2)
On a jeep that had been mechanically enhanced with tougher steel plates, Li Du sat at the back and looked out of the window. The jeep was moving in the northeast direction, quickly leaving behind the army camp as it entered the wilderness.
With the arrival of spring, the landscape in the wild had changed rapidly. Compared to the last time Li Du was hunting in South Africa, the vegetation had now turned green. The terrain was mountainous, and the vegetation grew on the mountains and around several rugged hills, enhancing the areas' ability to retain water, allowing weeds to thrive.
Different species of trees grew on the hills. Besides the white paulownia trees, there were also white walnut trees, African walnut trees, Sapele trees, and Red bean pomelo trees. Li Du even spotted a grove of Rosewood trees on one of the hills.
While African Rosewood trees were not rare, they were extremely infamous. In the Redwood market, there were many unethical businessmen who passed off the African Rosewood as the more valuable Rosewood to deceive consumers.
Among the woods and the wilderness, silhouettes of some animals could be spotted from time to time.
In the course of their drive, they chanced upon a herd of zebras. In the jeep, Good picked up the walkie-talkie and gave several commands. Then, three pickups in their entourage diverged from their course and sped toward the herd of zebras.
Shocked, the zebras began to gallop in herds.
The three pickups pursued the herd at top speed. After singling out a lone zebra that had been left behind, the pickups followed closely behind it, pressuring that lone zebra to gallop faster forward.
”Boss, how's your wound?” Brother Wolf asked in a low voice.
Li Du nodded his head quietly and said, ”I'm okay—don't talk though”
Silence filled the vehicle again.
Good suddenly said, ”Mr Li, in your opinion, aren't these zebras pitiful?”
Li Du replied, ”That depends on how men treat them. Coexisting with men doesn't make them pitiful.”
He did not know what exactly Good wanted. However, the man had an awful temper. He must not have had good intentions driving the lone zebra to leave the herd. The animal was indeed pitiful.
”No,” Good laughed, ”it has nothing to do with how men treat them. What's happening to it is because it's too weak. It's the survival of the fittest, Mr. Li!”
The zebra continued to gallop as the pickup tailed closely. The horn sounded, attracting the attention of some other animals. A few large, furry animals emerged from the woods.