Matthew Hall held his breath, not daring to make a sound. He pressed hard against his chest, where his wildly racing heart seemed to be vibrating hard enough to split his head in two, and it felt as though someone was pounding furiously on his chest from within.
Tiny flying insects buzzed by his ears, occasionally one would slip into his nostril, causing Matthew discomfort and nausea, yet he clamped his mouth shut, not daring to cough out loud.
With no thunder or lightning in sight, a torrential downpour suddenly descended, the huge raindrops pounding on the roof of the car with a loud clatter.
Further down the street, the flashing headlights of vehicles howled like ghosts and wolves, the downpour having triggered their alarm systems.
A few motorcycles and SUVs were parked in the alley, their headlights on and engines still running, yet not a soul was in sight. These people weren’t concerned about someone stealing their vehicles; if someone did steal them, the vehicles would still end up back in their possession, and the thief would end up dead.
“What a heavy rain,”
the leader spat, wiping the unlucky rain from his forehead with a grimace, and whistled at his underlings who were still searching for their target.
“Forget it, stop looking, let’s go.”
“But…,”
“There’s no ‘but.’ It’s just a few photos. What if they get out, will anyone come? Eh? Hahahaha,”the leader laughed heartily, his two companions joining in.
The rest looked at the pouring rain, feeling the chill on their bodies, shrugged it off, secured their safeties, and gradually left the alley.
Getting into their cars and bikes, they floored the accelerator, the dark vehicles charging through the streets like suddenly unleashed beasts, crashing back and forth.
“It’s just crazy,”
Rainwater seeped through the cracks, filling the city’s countless wounds, while Matthew peered through the gap in the garbage bag, watching everything outside the alley, clutching his camera tightly to his chest, tears streaming down his face.
What should he do now?
…
“What heavy rain,”
Bi Fang exclaimed, his heart, however, filled with joy. If the rain had come half a minute earlier, he might have made a mistake, but now…
He looked at the fox caught in the net and grinned.
No harm done.
“Fur-bearing animals don’t come out in the rain, just like how people feel uncomfortable with their clothes soaked, animals feel uncomfortable with their fur wet—a simple concept. I thought this fox had caught my scent, but it turned out to be because of the downpour. I saw the dark clouds coming this morning, but I’m not as sensitive as the animals. I thought it would rain in the afternoon.” ℞𝐀ΝΟBËṨ
Three minutes earlier, just as the fox was about to step into the trap, it suddenly stopped moving and even started to back away. The Shuiyou were scratching their heads in frustration, but Bi Fang was quick to react. He pulled out the water bottle from his backpack and hurled it behind the fox, startling it into leaping forward, right into the trap.
The old bait-and-switch amused the audience, who cheered and chanted “666” in support.
Opening the window, Bi Fang slowly retracted the plastic hose. The little fox struggled desperately in the net, baring its claws and fangs at Bi Fang, letting out threatening hisses, to no avail. Meanwhile, many female viewers seemed to feel sorry for the creature.
[The fox is so cute, how can you eat it?]
[Yeah, I feel sorry for it.]
[What’s there to feel sorry about? When it’s in Master Fang’s hands, there’s no escaping it.]
[Absolutely, I’m not here to see you conquer the wild, hurry up and get the meal started (joking).]
[I suggest B Island includes Master Fang’s live stream in the food program group (Dog’s head).]
[Cute? Drool uncontrollably slides down the corner of my mouth, let me go, I can have two more bowls!]]
[Doesn’t the fox smell bad, it doesn’t taste good, right?]
“Foxes do have a strong scent, but if you want to eat them, just remove the two musk glands on the insides of their thighs, and then the meat won’t smell as strong. When you catch prey, don’t let your guard down, animals can become more aggressive at such times, and we must be careful not to get bitten,”
Bi Fang said, as he held the net, ignoring the fox’s attempts to leap and bite him, he stepped on its head, then pulled out a kitchen knife and, aiming for the back of its head, plunged it in.
Blood spilled down the blade; the once lively fox suddenly fell silent and limply collapsed on the ground.
As for any concerns regarding female viewers, that’s out of the question. I’ve already killed rabbits in front of them; why would a fox be any different?
After wiping the blood off the blade, Bi Fang pulled the fox out of the net bag, flipped it over, and with a raised eyebrow, exclaimed with pleasant surprise, “It turns out to be a vixen!”
Seeing Bi Fang so happy, the Shuiyou immediately started teasing him, sending mocking bullet chats.
[It’s just a vixen, why are you excited, Old Fang?]
[Impossible, surely humans shouldn’t, at least they ought not to…]
[I have faith in you]
[Are you a vixen fan?]
“What are you guys thinking?” Bi Fang laughed, not bothering to skin the fox; he stuffed it into his backpack instead.
“I’m happy because foxes usually have their pups from late March to early May; Arctic foxes a bit later, even at the end of May. It’s just April now, and even though foxes are solitary, during the mating season, male and female foxes will live together. If we’re a bit luckier, maybe we can find a lair with little foxes and adult foxes. I need to hurry and check it out; we might get an extra meal tonight!”
Eat baby foxes?
Hearing this, the female viewers reacted even more strongly. How could he eat baby foxes? That’s too much.
Bi Fang glanced at the barrage of messages with a bit of a headache, but his actions were not slow; he walked towards a pile of rubbish covered with a tarp.
Unfortunately, maybe the viewers’ protests had an effect; Bi Fang searched in the heavy rain for a long time and found no traces of other foxes, so he had to return inside the building to make a fire and roast the meat.
The familiar process: skinning, removing the scent glands, and scooping out the entrails.
“Because of the heavy rain, we don’t have to worry about the smell of blood being detected by other predators. In fact, in the city, we don’t have to worry too much about this either, even in Ruins City it’s still a city, it’s nearly impossible for predators that can threaten humans to appear, the worst we’d encounter is just a big dog.”
Bi Fang cut the fox meat into small pieces, skewered it on sticks, and started to grill it outdoors with practiced ease.
“I’ve never had fox meat, but I’ve heard it’s similar to donkey meat. Some unscrupulous businesses even use fox meat to pass off as donkey meat. It’s not bought only because there’s an oversupply and no effective consumer market or sales channels. I don’t know if it’s true, but there are indeed benefits to eating it; fox meat is sweet and warming, nourishing and invigorating, it’s really not bad for the body.”
While waiting for the meat to cook, Bi Fang chatted with the viewers, eyeing the fox meat as it shrunk and sizzled with fat, releasing its aroma, and he began to salivate.
When it seemed about right, he sprinkled some collected salt on it, and could hardly wait to take a bite.
[How is it? What does it taste like?]
[Tell us, is it good?]
[What? You’re asking if Old Fang likes it? Haven’t you heard of his “Talented in Various Classical Chinese Arts” taste? (facetious)]
The audience was already impatient, eager to know what fox meat tasted like.
“Hmm~”
Bi Fang chewed thoughtfully for quite a while before finally swallowing.
“Not bad, it’s not as awful as I thought. After removing the scent gland, the strong odor is gone, leaving only the normal gamy taste. Maybe it’s because of the salt, it tastes much better than the previous times I’ve eaten it.”
Just as Bi Fang guessed, as a carnivore from the family Canidae, fox meat is rich in protein and calories. Even if it’s lean and musky, it’s still a rare delicacy for someone in dire need of energy.
Because he hadn’t eaten for two days, Bi Fang devoured two thighs and half of the fox’s body in one go, only stopping when his hunger was sated. He stuffed the remaining half into his backpack, saving it for the third day’s rations.
Seeing that the downpour didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon, Bi Fang didn’t plan to waste time. After cleaning up the site, he threw on his tarp and rushed into the rain, running back the way he came…
An hour later.
A figure dashed into the factory, drenched by the rain, and upon seeing the scorch marks left by the fire on the ground, was overjoyed.
“This is the place!”
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