Precision Hunting

"It's the mark of the Green Scorpion Beast, probably a medium-sized species; Captain!" … Two rows of saw-toothed footmarks extend continuously, and the soil in the middle is slightly pulled open to both sides. At the end of the footmarks, an entire collapsed soil mass appears, with almost distinct skeletal marks imprinted on it. Looking at these marks, the chubby young man wearing armor and stomach fell back in fear. He took out the string and measured the tape. "It's 2,300 centimeters long and 1,700 centimeters wide. It's a medium-sized species!" The fat man quickly moved the manual rocker to retract the rope ruler, still a little excited. "Before beaten by another hunter!" The woman wearing armor and stomach complained! The first woman looked solemn! Then the corners of his mouth lifted; "The hunter... Has appeared!" Hiss ~ coax ~ At this moment, a cry seemed to be coming from behind! Huge and dark shadows floated in the sky, quickly blocking the sun! The fat man who had been coaxed into squatting was the first to stand up. In front of him was the captain who stood as strong as ever! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.