Song Yun patted the bag on his back: "I've got a gun with me, I'm not afraid."
The people in the camp all chuckled, in their view, the gun was practically useless.
Song Yun scanned the entire campsite and asked Qian Lei, "Brother Da Lei, what are you guys camping here for?"
Qian Lei's expression was half-smiling, he said: "Waiting for prey."
"Waiting for prey."
Qian Lei replied.
Song Yun feigned a confused look and asked: "Waiting for prey? How are you waiting for prey here? What kind of prey are you waiting for? If the prey sees such a big setup, I'm afraid it won't come, will it?"
Faced with Song Yun's barrage of questions, Qian Lei stroked his bearded cheek and smiled meaningfully: "The prey will come sooner or later."
The group chatted for a while as the sky gradually darkened and the campfire ignited for cooking.
The campsite's supplies were very plentiful, with beef, pork, and vegetables available.
