Chapter 930: Chapter 926 Hunting Month Chapter 930: Chapter 926 Hunting Month The sun set on the horizon, and the black off-road pickup sped beneath the glow of the sunset, kicking up huge clouds of dust.

Sitting in the passenger seat, the Cheetah curled its tail around its buttocks, poking its head out the window as the wind tousled the fur on its head.

Releasing it was a technical task that required time.

No one knew whether they would encounter a patrol officer or a poacher next–they had to make every second count!

The weather was very dry, and the bumpy road conditions caused the car to raise huge clouds of dust, more uncomfortable than breathing smog, with saliva tasting of mud.

Bi Fang leaned out, pulled Harley’s head back inside, and closed the window, he glanced at the rearview mirror, noting nothing unusual.

By the time Ved opened his eyes, the stars filled the night sky.

A huge round moon slowly rose from behind the tailgate, casting a cold light into the cabin, like a rushing tide.

His head still ached faintly, and he wanted to reach up to touch it, but found his hands firmly bound above him on a beam, and his ankles as well–one in front and one behind, tied inside the cabin, making it impossible to move.

The other party’s technique was very professional, making any hope of escape slim.

It was only then that Ved remembered he had been captured, no wonder his head hurt so much.

He recalled the events before he had lost consciousness, someone had delivered a fierce blow to his head, knocking him out instantly.

“Thank God, you’re finally awake.”

Ved turned toward the voice and saw Palmer, the main organizer of this hunting event.

His condition was similar, except his palms were wrapped in cloth; he must have been bandaged after being injured.

As for the guide of this event, he was there as well, only sleeping more soundly than Ved, with no signs of waking up soon, his body covered in a thin layer of dust.

It seemed they had been in the car for a long time.

“Ved, Ved, tell me what to do now, you must have a plan, right?”

Palmer leaned over, whispering urgently to Ved, aware of his capabilities.

Though he had been defeated in a contest with Bi Fang, it didn’t mean Ved was weak.

Palmer had a good understanding of the Asian host, knowing he was no ordinary person, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to recognize him afterward.

Of course, it was impossible for Palmer to be entirely unemotional about Ved.

He had spent three hundred thousand ugly dollars, not a small sum, enough to buy a nice villa in some cities, but to be captured and facing a long prison sentence instead.

God knows how much psychological pressure Palmer faced when Bi Fang interrogated him, almost breaking down and confessing, hoping the judge would consider his cooperation for a lenient sentence.

Aren’t you a Navy SEALs team leader? Is this your level?

Saying you got killed just like that?

Palmer was the only one among them who remained conscious the whole time; he clearly saw that Ved had been knocked out without the slightest resistance.

Just like this?

Did Ved not feel emotions too?

If it wasn’t for that guy missing his shot, none of this would have developed; they would have skinned their quarry and left early.

Moreover, three hundred thousand was already a discounted price for a star like Cecil.

There are many rich hunters like Palmer around the world; professionally, this is called “trophy hunting.”

It originated centuries ago with European colonists in Africa who believed that the hunting of wild animal heads or horns was superior, the purpose of the hunter wasn’t to obtain and sell the game, but to enjoy the fun of hunting and chasing and keep the game as a souvenir, permanently preserved as taxidermy.

Nowadays in international hunting grounds, just the permit to kill an animal costs tens of thousands of ugly dollars at its cheapest, not to mention the associated service fees, making the total cost even higher.

Not to mention the big five–lions, elephants, rhinos, cheetahs, and buffaloes.

From the hunting grounds, professional guides and trackers, private aircraft operators, food suppliers, meat processors, to taxidermy manufacturers, the costs add up.

Furthermore, Palmer’s target wasn’t in South Africa but in Kenya, and although there was no need for a hunting permit, the cost was even higher because it was completely illegal.

It was only by piggybacking on the task of Bao the Little Lion that they managed to be taken down.

Ordering at the original price, a bad review would have been enough, at least the money was made.

Now you’ve used a huge discount and due to your own reasons, caused everyone to be annihilated, and you’re still expecting me to save you?

Faced with Palmer’s incessant questioning, Ved kept silent, unwilling to engage him.

This silence made Palmer lose his composure.

He wasn’t someone who risked his life for a living, just an ordinary wealthy man who enjoyed the thrill, without any psychological preparation for facing prison; suddenly being captured, the stress was arguably the greatest among them.

Seeing no response from Ved, Palmer stretched out his foot and began kicking Ved forcefully.

Ved remained unmoved.

Palmer stopped kicking after a while. His arms and legs were bound, and he was injured; such actions drained a lot of his energy.

Ved thought this guy had calmed down, but unexpectedly, Moyo resumed after a quarter of an hour.

Bang!

A loud noise reverberated, and the entire off-road pickup shuddered with the sound, followed by a scream from the cab, a scream that sounded painfully familiar.

Bi Fang quickly rolled down the window, leaned halfway out of the truck–an undoubtedly reckless driving act had it been on the highway, but luckily, there were no traffic laws in the wilderness.

He pounded on the body of the truck and shouted loudly, “What’s going on? If you’re awake, be quiet. Do you understand safe driving?”

“My leg, my leg!” Palmer cried incessantly, “My leg is broken, help.”

A broken leg?

Bi Fang and the viewers were all startled.

“He’s fine, I knew what I’m doing; it will just hurt a bit.”

A muffled voice from Ved came; as a skilled special forces soldier, he knew better than an outsider like Palmer where to strike to cause significant pain without severe damage.

After hearing this, Bi Fang glanced over. Since Palmer was fully bound, it was easy to see that there indeed wasn’t a major issue. So Bi Fang chose to Ignore them.

“What happened?”

The guide, who had been unconscious the whole time, finally woke up amid the commotion. He opened his eyes groggily, looked around with confusion, “Eh, why are we in the car, is the hunt over? Wait, why are there three of us; who’s driving?”

“Look at your arms and legs; your brain might as well be in the placenta, you idiot!”

The guide paused for a moment, enduring a headache as he started to recollect, then fell silent.

Calm was restored in the cab once again.

During this time, Palmer asked a few more times, but was always met with silence.

The big fellow didn’t seem worried about being captured at all; Palmer suspected he had a backup plan but could only wait helplessly.

“Why is the moon orange tonight?”

Palmer looked up, suddenly noticing that the color of tonight’s moon seemed different.

He had been too anxious to break free earlier to notice, but now it caught his attention.

Meanwhile, the viewers in the live stream noticed the issue when Bi Fang turned around earlier to pound on the truck’s body.

[Why does the moon look different today? It’s so bright, Old Fang didn’t even turn on night mode.]
[Yeah, is there a problem with a drone, or is the color contrast off?]
[It looks bigger and brighter than during Mid-Autumn Festival!]
“What’s the date today?”

Bi Fang glanced at the rearview mirror.

[The twentieth!]
“So tonight is the full moon of the hunting moon.”

[The hunting moon, what’s that?]
[That sounds cool.]
Without hesitation, Bi Fang explained, “Today is the full moon after the autumnal equinox. During these few days, the orbital path of the Earth and Moon forms the smallest angle with the horizon at evening.”

“The moon, not high above the horizon, appears orange because the thick atmosphere at horizon scatters blue light but lets red light pass through.”

“As for why it looks bigger, that’s due to an illusion caused by the moon’s apparent size, partly because our vision is tricked by reference points on the ground, but the main reason is still undetermined.”

“As for why it’s called the hunting moon…”

“It’s related to the hunting and harvesting seasons around the autumnal equinox. The full moon at the equinox is called the harvest moon, symbolizing harvest time when many crops ripen.”

“The weather turns colder, animals store fat, gain weight, and come out to search for remnants in the fields.”

“A big, round, full moon can illuminate prey dashing through the forest.”

“This full moon marks the best time for hunting.”

Bi Fang pressed the rear-view mirror, adjusting it to view the back window.

Unbeknownst to him, his vehicle had gained a few tails.