Chapter 929: Chapter 925: Netizens Showing Off Their Skills Chapter 929: Chapter 925: Netizens Showing Off Their Skills There are always certain professions that foster a wider network of interpersonal relationships, such as lawyers, doctors, or salespeople…

During their professional activities, they accumulate numerous clients and acquaintances.

Similarly, this means a greater number of people come to know them.

Unfortunately, Palmer was one of them.

Accompanied by drones that filmed Palmer from all angles without any blind spots.

“Walter James Palmer, residing in Minnesota State, Ugly Country, owns his own dental clinic.”

Bi Fang, reading from the live stream comments word by word, turned his head to look at Palmer again, “Is that right?”

From the moment Bi Fang read out the name, Palmer’s expression dramatically changed; he turned deathly pale.

Among the tens of millions of live stream viewers, there were all kinds of people.

For them, finding someone with a name, address, occupation, and a Dental Association registration was all too easy.

It was especially easy to locate Palmer on the Dental Association’s website.

Not to mention among the fans there could be those Palmer had treated, even colleagues, friends, supervisors.

The first person who recognized him, wasn’t that Palmer’s patient?

“Oh, wait, there’s more, let me see…”

Bi Fang glanced at the live stream comments and was surprised to find that the information had been updated. The deeper the digging, the more that surfaced.

He stroked his chin, speaking neither hurriedly nor slowly.

“You also have two properties in Florida, including one large villa, wait, I know dentists in Ugly Country make good money, but is it really that exaggerated?”

Bi Fang didn’t know how much Palmer had spent to hunt Cecil, but it was certainly not a small sum, most likely six figures.

Even if Palmer was a millionaire, he wouldn’t likely spend so much just to fulfill his hunting desires.

[I’ve been to his clinic, it’s huge, fully equipped, and it’s his private clinic, lots of doctors are employed there, he’s the boss]
[So powerful!]
[Unbeatable]
[Is this the power of Ugly Country’s netizens?]
“So that’s how it is.”

Bi Fang suddenly understood, and continued scrolling.

“Hey, turns out you have a criminal record. Back in ’06, you illegally shot a black bear outside a legal hunting zone in western Wisconsin, Ugly Country then dragged the bear’s body into the legal zone, claiming to the wildlife authorities that you had killed it there.”

[Wow, 6666]
[Netizens are so strong to find this]
[Let me check this case file, just so happens I work there, should have more details]
[Unexpectedly powerful, Ugly Country netizens]
[This guy is also a member of a hunting club, I saw his name on the list, not sure if it’s the same person, I’ll look through the details]
[Show of skills!]
[You never know what netizens behind the internet cable do for a living]
The information only continued to grow, especially with the subject being a wealthy dentist with a certain social status.

As fans pieced together bits and pieces, Palmer was thoroughly investigated.

Palmer, now 55 years old, is an avid hunting enthusiast, passionate about archery.

He’s also a member of the International Hunting Expedition Club, a club that brings together hunters from around the globe.

The club’s records show he has 43 hunting records, including North American reindeer, moose, buffalo, polar bears, and pumas.

These aren’t even strange; many countries allocate certain quotas for hunting, and doing so through official channels is not against the rules.

But beyond these records, Palmer also had accumulated quite a few criminal cases due to his hunting activities.

In 2003, he went fishing without a license in Minnesota State and was fined.

In 2008, in Wisconsin, a case involving the killing of a Black Bear ended with Palmer ultimately admitting he had not told federal officials the truth about the location where the Black Bear was killed. Instead, he killed the Black Bear 64 kilometers away from the legal hunting site, leading to his probation and a fine of approximately 3000 Ugly Yuan.

He was essentially a habitual offender, and judging by his actions of dragging the Black Bear into the hunting area and the extra-long distance of 64 kilometers, his intent was highly deliberate.

As Bi Fang spoke more and more in detail, unbeknownst to when, Palmer’s forehead began to sweat profusely, his entire face greasy, a pity it was not rosy but whiter than a dead man.

Palmer realized he had overlooked something. Being caught by the broadcaster indeed saved his life, but also exposed him directly to the scrutiny of millions of eyes.

A criminal, if he changed cities, might still be able to live normally where no one recognized or knew him.

But now, Palmer was doomed, his career and life utterly ruined.

Bi Fang glanced at Palmer disdainfully.

“I know what you’re thinking about, you’re thinking your career is over, aren’t you?”

“But don’t worry, the land you are standing on belongs to Kenya and not South Africa.”

“The animal you poached is the most famous local star Lion King, which is also a long-term observation and research subject of Oxford University, widely reported and loved by countless people around the world.”

“They watched Cecil grow up, find a mate, and become the father of six healthy and adorable lion cubs.”

“That means, with the help of public opinion, you are facing decades of imprisonment. That is, unless you’re a centenarian, you’re most likely never getting out. You no longer have a career.”

It’s not that Kenya’s anti-poaching laws are stricter than South Africa’s, but that there is less “room for argument” in Kenya.

Wildlife protection is usually divided into three types: national parks, national nature reserves, and private reserves.

Each type of reserve operates differently.

In Kenya, all three types are strictly no-hunting zones.

In South Africa, private reserves have certain hunting quotas.

For example, quota sales are targeted at certain non-endangered animals such as some antelope, using hunting activities to raise funds for better protection of endangered species.

In plain language, this is robbing the rich to help the poor.

Even lions have quotas.

But the compensation algorithm in South Africa is not very good, even a star player like Ghost Shadow being sold despite obviously bringing better tourism economics.

Thus, although the overall number of animals has increased, the numbers of some endangered species have actually further decreased.

Additionally, breeding lions in captivity has led to rampant disease transmission, necessitating euthanasia, resulting in a mess no one accepts.

Therefore, the average life happiness level of an East African Lion living in Kenya is definitely higher than that of a South African Lion.

Living in Kenya, the East African Lion doesn’t have to worry about diseases spread due to captivity, nor being bizarrely sold off.

As everyone knows, once there is a loophole, there will always be people exploiting it, always using it as an excuse; good turns bad, and bad gets worse.

No loopholes mean no excuses.

And no tedious wrangling ensues.

Bi Fang and Harley were now in a private reserve; had it been in South Africa, perhaps this guy could have slipped away.

But hunting a Lion King star in Kenya, whether in a private reserve or accidentally, Palmer was already nailed, no lawyer, no matter how good, could help.

Unfortunately, even though Palmer was sweating profusely, he still refused to say anything, remaining silent throughout.

This really annoyed the audience.

“No problem, it’s best if we have information on the enemy, but it doesn’t matter if we don’t. If he won’t tell us where the car is, we’ll find it ourselves. It probably won’t be too far.”

After re-securing the rope knot, Bi Fang gathered all the supplies.

Excluding trivial items, the equipment included one protection suit, one compound bow, twelve arrows, two pistols, and seventeen bullets.

With the quiver strapped to his waist, Bi Fang slung the compound bow on his back, concealed the two pistols, and after leaving the three in the forest, he went outside to find the hidden Harley.

One man and one leopard followed the tire tracks and found a parked off-road vehicle about four hundred meters away.