Chapter 940: Chapter 936: The End of the Journey Chapter 940: Chapter 936: The End of the Journey The last ember in the campfire burned out, and the white smoke gently rose in a very thin and straight line until it reached a certain height, where it suddenly dispersed.

This was because it was quiet, an autumn morning without a breeze, the distant call of an eagle drifting through the air.

Bi Fang sat in a simple wooden shed with his eyes closed in meditation, appearing to barely breathe, like a statue.

After the battle ended last night, there was a brief shower that lasted less than half an hour, and the shed was built at that time.

The overnight battle had taken a massive toll on stamina and spirit, but Bi Fang could not sleep to prevent any accidents, so meditation was the most suitable way to rest.

Now was the best season of the year, with the sky high and clear, pure and transparent, the rising sun warm, the rainy season prolonged, and the fresh air with moisture seeping through the gaps of the trees, invigorating one’s spirit.

The white smoke suddenly scattered, and at the same moment, Bi Fang, who was meditating, opened his eyes.

The sound of car engines grew closer, startling several birds in the forest, and then the engine noise faded, replaced by a chaos of footsteps.

Like a stone thrown into a calm pond, ripples spread, and suddenly there were slight breezes in the peaceful forest.

“Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang!”

The shouting voice came through the trees, and Old Barry led a team of armed rangers and a few medical personnel through the underbrush. When he saw Bi Fang sitting on the ground, unharmed, he let out a huge sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness, we’ve finally caught up…”

“No need to be so tense, I’m fine.”

Bi Fang stood up, straightening his back, and his bones crackled with a snap.

Sitting all night had stiffened his bones.

The rangers who followed Old Barry hacked through the obstructing bushes with machetes and were soon rendered speechless by the scene around them.

They looked around, and on the large trees standing near the shed, almost every tree had a person tied to it.

Their hands, feet, and trunks were all bound with rope as thick as fingers, wrapped around several times, as secure as if they were wearing shackles.

Besides, each person was covered with blood stains and bruises, looking as if they had been severely beaten.

“One, two…”

“Nine people total.”

“My God, unbelievable.”

“I heard he subdued them all with just a Short Spear and a small knife.”

“Who told you that, how could that be.”

“I’m serious, although he also used bows and guns, those were taken from the enemies.”

“Even the Maasai People couldn’t do that.”

The rangers whispered among themselves, glancing at Bi Fang from time to time, without staring too hard, amazed.

[Hahaha, they’re all stunned.]
[If it were me, I’d be stunned too.]
[This is what being awesome is all about!]
[I want to have Master Fang’s babies!!!]
Though the climax had passed, the live streaming room still retained over a million viewers, almost all of whom had sat through the night with Bi Fang.

For no other reason than the fear of missing some exciting moments while they were asleep, which would be a pity.

“Hey, guys, you weren’t called here to chat, get to work. If you do a good job, I can get Mr. Fang to sign an autograph for you, alright?”

Old Barry saw the group he had brought along gathering for an idle chat, which somewhat displeased him.

The rangers quickly dispersed, pulled out handcuffs, and one by one, they unfastened the poachers from the tree and shackled them.

These people were going to be taken back and face the sanctions of the law.

Meanwhile, two veterinarians also came over, under the guidance of Bi Fang came to the side of the off-road pickup truck, where they gave Cecil, still in a stupor, another dose of anesthetic, and after waiting for a few minutes, everyone lifted the lion onto a stretcher.

This critically injured Lion King, although out of danger with Bi Fang’s help, still had to be taken back for further surgery to ensure there were no major issues left unchecked.

Old Barry approached Bi Fang to inquire, “I see you are also injured, do you need it treated?”

Accompanying the team were not only veterinarians but also medical personnel.

“That’s fine.”

Bi Fang nodded, chose a large rock to sit down on, and a doctor immediately came over to examine the wound, cleaning and stitching it up briefly before applying medicine and wrapping it in gauze.

The wound was one slash and one bullet graze, not any serious or complicated injuries, and Bi Fang had already given it simple treatment on his own, so it was quickly taken care of.

A ranger got into the off-road pickup and slowly drove it out of the forest.

This was a good find; with a bit of fixing, it could be kept for personal use.

As another poacher was handcuffed, the weight in Bi Fang’s heart finally settled.

“There are no police, no rules here; on this plain, people and animals are alike, the strong survive, so the only thing I see is death.”

Old Barry stood behind Bi Fang, looking at the black guide being placed into the vehicle, talking to himself, “When I was young, I thought, one day, if I could tell my people to stop, to understand that conflict is bad, that it would lead us into an endless cycle of poverty, and if they listened to me, how good that would be.”

“Things will get better.”

Bi Fang put his shirt back on and stood on the rock to watch the rangers escort the poachers away.

Old Barry looked up, squinting at the man on the rock.

Beams of sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting shifting shadows on the vast plains of autumn.

The cool morning breeze blew across the plain, heavy with the scent of wet grass, causing Bi Fang’s clothing to flutter in the wind, dark with stains, around his neck hung the tusks symbolizing his past glories.

The cheetah nimbly jumped onto the rock, sitting atop it, leaning against its trusted companion.

“Look, there are migrating gazelles!”

Bi Fang’s shout brought Barry back from his reverie, who then stepped onto the rock to look out over the wilderness below.

The gazelles formed a vast queue, winding like a long snake across the undulating savanna.

That perilous journey across the vast wilderness seemed branded into the gazelles’ blood, as even the newborn fawns knew to follow the mature animals towards the horizon where the clouds hung low in retreat.

There, lush grass and crisp springs awaited, as well as warm hollows in the ground.

As the rangers drove by in their vehicles, brushing past the gazelle herd, the long line twisted into a bulge, and the gazelles behind followed those in front, gradually, the entire column curved like a shepherd on horseback herding sheep.

Bi Fang laughed heartily: “The wildebeest do so, the gazelles do too; this is the wisdom of animal survival!”

Old Barry couldn’t help but nod in agreement: “Indeed.”

“Let’s go, we have one last thing left to do.”

Bi Fang jumped down from the rock, with the cheetah swiftly following suit.

It seemed to sense something, always staying close to Bi Fang.

Of course, it could simply have been scared by yesterday’s battle.

“All journeys have an end, and today, it’s time for us to say goodbye.”