HLM – Chapter 193 Run, Run, Run!

After taking heavy hits to both its neck and belly, the wild boar couldn’t hold on any longer. This wasn’t some fierce beast from the deep forest—it had regressed from a domesticated pig—so its vitality wasn’t particularly strong.

It struggled to its feet and tried to flee, but barely managed twenty staggering meters before collapsing to the ground. Blood poured from its neck and belly, and soon it had no strength left to resist, just panting heavily.

“Huff! Huff!” Another loud snort came from behind.

Wang Bo thought another wild boar was coming from the rear and quickly raised his gun. But he ended up scaring the hell out of the cowboy who had just arrived.

“It’s me! Boss, don’t shoot, friendly here!”

“Shit! Next time make some damn noise when you walk!”

The cowboy was panting heavily as he ran up to look at the boar’s corpse. He gave a thumbs-up and praised, “This was done by Zhuang Ding and the Queen? Whew, beautiful work—two excellent hunting dogs!”

Zhuang Ding wagged his tail proudly, still looking down on the Queen with disdain.

When it came to combat, a Rottweiler couldn’t compare to a Mastiff. The latter was one of the only two dog breeds capable of going toe-to-toe with wolves. The other was the free-range Spanish Mastiff.

Charlie arrived in a car, drenched in sweat and fuming, “Why the hell were you running so fast?! That boar wasn’t going anywhere! Damn it, I think I ran my lungs out!”

Wang Bo scoffed, “You need to exercise more. Stop spending all your time five-manning bosses on your damn computer!”

“Fuck off! I’m this good-looking, why would I need a five-man raid?” Charlie was furious.

Juan drained the boar’s blood, wrapped it in hunting oil paper, and stuffed it into the trunk. When Wang Bo tried lifting it, he estimated it weighed over 120 kilograms—a big one.

Zhuang Ding sniffed the air and barked softly toward the north. The Queen caught the scent too. Seemingly wanting to redeem herself in front of Zhuang Ding, she dashed northward ahead of everyone.

Wang Bo waved his hand, “After them! This time, take it slow!”

Charlie, determined to prove he wasn’t out of shape, insisted on running instead of riding in the car. Bowen ran too—and even faster than Charlie, turning back often to laugh at him. The two were always at odds.

Zhuang Ding and the Queen were also trying to outdo each other. Despite Wang Bo’s warning to slow down, their competition made them speed up again.

Charlie and Bowen were left despairing. “Shit, don’t leave us behind…”

Wang Bo yelled back, “Fuck, you two were just running fast—”

But he couldn’t even finish the sentence. After running for a bit, he suddenly spotted their quarry. Turns out, the dogs hadn’t just been racing—they had picked up the scent and were speeding up to prepare for an attack!

But the attack never happened. It died stillborn—because the new appearance wasn’t just one wild boar, but five!

Five massive adult boars, with coarse, thick bristles and tusks like little sickles. Their eyes were wide and fierce, and their bodies were covered in grass and dirt—they looked murderous.

Wang Bo took one glance and sucked in a breath. The largest of the five was even bigger than Zhuang Ding—shoulder height at least 1.5 meters, with a head the size of a stone drum. It looked like a calf, easily 500 to 600 pounds!

Zhuang Ding and the Queen smartly skidded to a halt, staring dumbfounded at the five behemoths: “Wait, this doesn’t seem right…”

Of course it wasn’t. Before the boars could react, Wang Bo turned and bolted, shouting, “Run with me! Hurry up!”

Zhuang Ding growled unwillingly, while the Queen dropped the tough act and sprinted back at full speed.

Seeing Wang Bo running back with the dogs, Bowen and Charlie sighed in relief. The latter cursed, “Fuck you, Wang! At least you’ve got some damn conscience coming back to pick—”

“Pick your mother! Run, dammit! It’s a pack of wild boars!” Wang Bo screamed.

No sooner had he spoken than the five boars appeared in pursuit, charging with terrifying momentum.

Bowen and Charlie, driven by sheer adrenaline, dropped their guns and ran like hell—surprisingly fast.

Zhuang Ding and the Queen still performed their duties faithfully. As they passed, they each grabbed a dropped gun in their mouths and sprinted ahead of the trio.

Wang Bo kicked into high gear too. Thanks to his “Lord’s Heart” enhancing his physique, his speed, explosiveness, and endurance were top-tier—he overtook both Bowen and Charlie in no time.

“F-Fuck!” The two couldn’t even swear properly anymore.

Just then, the Marauder finally showed up—its driver’s seat sitting high. Juan saw the pursuing boars and immediately gunned it toward them, honking the horn with a thunderous wail.

Wild boars, unlike tigers, lions, or wolves, didn’t have such overwhelming killing intent. They had only chased Wang Bo and his dogs because their fleeing gave off weak vibes.

Now, seeing something many times bigger than themselves barreling toward them with a deafening horn, the boars panicked and backed off.

Wang Bo threw open the car door. But Zhuang Ding and the Queen didn’t jump in—they stayed loyally by his side like two bodyguards.

Charlie and Bowen staggered up, faces blue from exhaustion. Wang Bo shoved them into the car, then jumped in himself, gasping for air.

The boar pack, spooked by the horn, didn’t chase further. After retreating and hesitating for a moment, they scattered and ran off.

Now it was Wang Bo’s turn to explode. “Run? You’re running now? Let’s chase them down and kill those bastards!”

But Charlie and Bowen were in no shape for it. Even with the car barely bumping along, they were breathless and weak, waving their hands repeatedly:

“No-no-no! Don’t chase!”

“Chase-chase my ass! Don’t!”

Wang Bo looked at the two. “Bowen says don’t chase. Charlie, you say chase. So which is it?”

Charlie finally caught his breath and cursed, “Fuck! What I meant was: chase-chase your mom’s ass! Don’t chase!”

The car stopped, and they opened the windows. Mountain winds blew in, and the two finally recovered somewhat.

Wang Bo sneered, “What kind of damn stamina do you two have? You nearly died from a short run?”

Bowen looked utterly betrayed. “Screw you! You have the nerve to say that? I was nearly trampled to death by pigs! Why the hell were we running? We had three guns and two hunting dogs—how hard could it be to take down five pigs?!”

It was awkward indeed. They had come out to hunt, but hadn’t fired a single shot. Zhuang Ding and the Queen at least had a successful kill.

Still, they’d bagged one wild boar—pretty good for a hunting trip. Wang Bo decided to go back and roast it for lunch.

But he was still unsatisfied about not firing a shot. So when some wild rabbits appeared, he grabbed his gun and tried to shoot.

The targets were small, his aim was terrible, and the rabbits were fast—he emptied a whole magazine and hit nothing.

Bowen, the real sharpshooter, managed to bring back four fat rabbits and four wild pheasants after firing his own magazine. Quite the haul.

Charlie and Juan each got one rabbit too—leaving Wang Bo feeling very bitter. He was the only one who ended up with zero. Technically, he did score some game—Zhuang Ding and the Queen caught five rabbits and two pheasants, which could be counted under his name.