HLM -Chapter 1105 King of Slaughter

The moment they saw those powerfully built wild boars with vicious looks in their eyes, the atmosphere instantly turned grim.

Williams slowly turned his head and asked Wang Bo, “Mate, why do you have so many huge wild boars here? Don’t tell me you’ve set up a wild-boar training base!”

“Shit, is this place actually called Wild Boar Hollow or what?”

“Hey, don’t panic. Slowly—slowly—move closer to me. Fawkes, radio the guys and have them come to support us. Lock onto our position, now!” At a critical moment, Lancaster was the calmest of them all—after all, he’d been tempered on real battlefields.

“Watch your hounds! Keep them under control! Shut them up and make sure they don’t rush out!”

Orders rang out one after another. The hunting dogs gradually calmed down and stayed by their owners’ sides, though they remained on high alert, bodies tense in attack posture.

Zhuang Ding, on the other hand, lay on the ground completely unconcerned, one hind leg cocked as he leisurely licked his balls.

This was a daily routine for him, meant to keep himself clean and hygienic.

Williams, however, didn’t see it that way. Helplessly, he said, “Shit… why do I feel like Zhuang Ding is showing off? He’s not trying to seduce my dogs at a time like this, is he?”

Wang Bo shot Zhuang Ding a fierce glare. The big dog immediately scrambled to his feet and, looking sheepish, trotted over to Wang Bo’s side.

Seeing this, Williams exclaimed in amazement, “What an outstanding beast! If you put a price on that dog, he’d be worth tens of millions!”

Wendy looked utterly flustered. “At a time like this, you’re still talking about dogs?!”

Lancaster chuckled lightly. “No need to worry too much, mate. It’s not the end of the world yet. These wild boars aren’t easy to deal with, but that’s all they are. I can handle them.”

They were all armed with large-caliber hunting rifles; quite a few carried shotguns loaded with slugs—one shot was enough to blast a wild boar to the ground.

The reason for their tension was that these people were all far too valuable. The boars before them were enormous—at least two to three hundred kilograms, and the biggest easily four to five hundred kilograms, as large as a cow.

If you weren’t facing them head-on, it was impossible to imagine just how overwhelming such creatures could be.

Once boars of this size charged, even a glancing impact with the human body could cause severe injuries or permanent disability—something these pampered rich heirs could not afford in the slightest.

Wang Bo calmly pressed both hands downward and said, “Relax, everyone. There are nine boars in total, but they’re not the truly feral kind. They’re domestic pigs that escaped into the mountains and degenerated after several generations.”

New Zealand had no native wild boars. The boars in the mountains were farm pigs that had fled into the wild; after generations of breeding, the stock regressed and became what people now called wild boars.

Their ferocity wasn’t deeply ingrained. They weren’t savage to the core—normally, at the sight of humans, they would even get scared and run away.

The reason they were showing such aggression now was twofold. First, they were in a group, which gave them a courage boost. Second, the sows they had chased were right behind them—they wanted to mate, and being interrupted by the group naturally made them irritable and violent.

Wang Bo understood all this, and he had experience dealing with wild boars, so he wasn’t nervous or panicked.

As he edged closer to Wendy, he asked, “So, what do you want to do? Leave, or take these boars down?”

Wendy hesitated and looked at the others. Williams took a deep breath, a feverish gleam appearing on his face. “I’ve never done anything this thrilling before! Head-on!”

There was no longer much of a choice. The boars seemed to sense their hostile intent—or perhaps they had simply grown impatient. One of the boars snorted heavily, then suddenly charged straight at them!

“Fuck!” The group was caught off guard. The boar’s attack was far too sudden.

Zhuang Ding exploded into motion, his four limbs driving him forward like a high-speed tank waiting for battle. With a thunderous rush, he charged diagonally, spun, and leapt toward the oncoming boar, slamming his shoulder blade into the side of its neck.

The boar was incredibly strong. The impact only made it stumble, and it immediately turned back, tusks flashing.

Zhuang Ding struck first. The powerful muscles in his limbs bulged and erupted; his claws flashed as they tore deep into the boar’s hide. He opened his jaws and viciously clamped down on its neck, deftly avoiding the tusks—one savage wrench, and blood sprayed everywhere!

“AOOUU!” The boar howled in agony.

In the chaos, someone fired a shot. Wang Bo roared in fury, “Can’t you see Zhuang Ding up front?! Who the fuck fired? I’ll kill you!”

Lancaster shouted sharply, “Close ranks! Release the hunting dogs!”

It was like a signal. The other boars surged forward as well. More than a dozen hounds were unleashed, barking madly as they rushed in to bite and tear. The scene instantly descended into chaos.

At this point, firing guns was no longer appropriate. The melee was too tangled—shooting would risk hitting their own dogs.

But not supporting them wasn’t an option either. A dozen hounds could handle a single boar, but against nearly equal numbers, they were clearly outmatched.

Wang Bo quickly said to Lancaster, “Take everyone back and set up a defensive line behind us! That way, if any damned boar charges through, you’ll have enough time and distance to shoot!”

“And you?” Lancaster asked.

Wang Bo drew a curved blade from Lancaster’s waist and turned, sprinting toward the chaotic battlefield.

“Fuck! Are you insane?!”

“Come back, Wang! Shit, shit, shit!”

“You think you’re Superman?! Stop him, damn it!”

Lancaster’s blade was a Gurkha kukri—commonly known as a dog-leg knife. Its handle was made of rhino horn, the blade forged through countless hammerings, with fine blood grooves etched along it. Cold light shimmered on its edge, murderous intent radiating from it.

Wang Bo charged into the fray, kukri in his right hand. With his left hand, he activated the sand table and pinned down a raging boar. Leaping up, he brought the blade down in a brutal arc!

Slash!

It was like tearing open a bolt of silk. The kukri cut effortlessly into the boar’s neck, opening a massive wound and splitting its cervical bones nearly in half.

The instant the strike landed, Wang Bo shifted sideways. A Dogo Argentino and a wirehaired hound had clamped onto another boar’s hind legs. He pinned its back with the sand table once more and struck again with all his might.

Still the same tactic—decapitation!

When his strength fully erupted, it was utterly terrifying. Coupled with the kukri’s extreme sharpness—sharp enough to sever a bull’s neck—the boar’s head was chopped clean off.

Blood sprayed everywhere, instantly soaking half of his body red.

Zhuang Ding had already killed one boar and was locked in a fierce struggle with another. Seeing Wang Bo join the fight, he immediately broke away and charged over, leaping up to knock aside a boar that was trying to attack Wang Bo.

Queen also switched targets in an instant, lunging forward and biting down viciously on that boar’s neck, coordinating with Zhuang Ding as they tore into it.

Wang Bo pinned the boar’s shoulder with the sand table, bent down, and slashed again.

The angle wasn’t ideal, so he couldn’t fully decapitate it, but he still severed half its neck—clearly, it wasn’t going to survive.

In one breath, Wang Bo had killed three boars. Together with the one Zhuang Ding had taken down, the boar herd instantly lost half its numbers.