Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 569 - 566: Still Trying to Scheme Against Me?

The work crew, who had been ready for quite some time, quickly mobilized and arrived at the scene within ten minutes, and they were the same three people from last time.

Bi Fang was sitting on the bear’s head with a spear in his hand and greeted them skillfully, "I’ve kept the bear’s paw for myself, but this time make sure to score me a bit higher."

All three exchanged glances and nodded with smiles.

However, when they saw the bear’s head where Bi Fang was sitting, they were still shocked by the massive size of the creature.

Encountering a bear, no one could remain unfazed, even if it was dead. Its imposing presence lingered, keeping people at bay.

Having seen Black Bear numerous times in the past few days, they had adapted somewhat, but they hadn’t encountered a Brown Bear of such a significant size before. The suppressed fear resurfaced once again.

That day, humans finally remembered the terror they were once dominated by, and that feeling of being caged within a birdcage...

Cough cough.

Wrong script.

Gazing at the behemoth at their feet, they looked at each other, no one daring to make a move, especially because it appeared almost unharmed, as if it was just quietly sleeping and might lash out at any moment.

"Hahaha, don’t worry, look, it’s dead for sure, can’t move."

Bi Fang stabbed his spear into the dead Brown Bear’s head, eliciting no reaction.

With repeated encouragement, the three slowly approached and tried poking it with a stick.

The online friends burst into laughter at the scene.

[Stop laughing, if it were me, I wouldn’t dare to get close either]

[Seriously, with just a few small wounds from darts, hardly any blood spilled, it looks like it’s just sleeping. I wouldn’t dare get close either]

[Sob sob sob, Old Fang’s list of trophies is getting longer and longer]

[Bringing a bear’s head home would be incredibly prestigious]

[Does Old Fang live in a log cabin, with a stove, a stove with spears hanging above it, and all around him are specimens of animal heads, Brown Bear, Black Bear, deer, prehistoric creatures, wolves, sharks...]

[Covered in glory he is]

After poking with sticks for a while, Bi Fang urged them, "Hurry it up, there’s still a Black Bear in that forest. We need to measure that one after this."

"What are you whispering about!"

Finally snapping out of it, the three apologized loudly, with one pulling out a tape measure and another starting the calculations.

The scorer checked off each item on the list.

Fur damage: only three small wounds, about the size of a dart shaft, barely noticeable once the fur covered them up. Should have been rated as minor damage.

Hesitating for a moment, the worker stole a glance at Bi Fang, saw he wasn’t looking, and with a trembling hand, marked it as slight damage.

Corporeal integrity: intact...

Body length...

The person responsible for measuring glanced at the two meters thirty-six on their tape measure, stretched it a little tighter, adding two centimeters, and proclaimed without a blush, "Body length two meters thirty-four!"

The scorer and the measurer exchanged a look, breathed a sigh of relief, and checked the box for two meters thirty to two meters thirty-five.

In the body length category, below two meters, every ten centimeters was a scoring bracket, but beyond two meters, it was a bracket for every five centimeters.

Once all the measurements were taken, they began to announce the score.

"Total score, 20.3 points!"

Bi Fang frowned, this didn’t seem right. An extra ten centimeters above one meter fifty should be an extra point, and beyond two meters, every additional five centimeters should mean another point.

Just based on size, he should have scored twenty-two points.

For fur being slightly damaged, that could be argued either way, but the points deducted seemed overly harsh, didn’t they?

Losing 1.7 points?

That was even more severe than the last time when he got a bear’s paw. What was going on?

Bi Fang didn’t hold back, directly asking the work crew, "Why do I feel like the points deducted are harsher than last time?"

Facing Bi Fang’s question, the staff member tensed up for a moment but quickly thought of the right words to say, "Mr. Bi, although the Brown Bear’s carcass is intact, we watched the entire live broadcast and you used poison, didn’t you?"

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"Is there a problem? There’s no rule against it, is there?"

"Of course, there’s no problem, but we’d like Mr. Bi to understand that we still need to process the final bear carcass, to be used as medicine or some other materials." The staff member’s tone was extremely respectful, to the point of being unavoidably so.

So respectful that they didn’t dare look up into Bi Fang’s eyes.

Having just killed a bear weighing hundreds of kilograms, Bi Fang was still emanating a formidable aura.

"There’s no issue with your hunting, but the poison has significantly damaged the economic value of the bear carcass, and directly affected the medicinal materials, such as the bear bile. For this reason, we’ve deducted one and a half points. Can you accept that?"

The rather sheepish staff member’s Adam’s apple bobbed, he swallowed, and timidly raised his eyes to glance at Bi Fang, who was casually stroking his chin and waved his hand dismissively.

"Fine, fine, that’s okay. Just one and a half points. I’ll go look for another one now."

Bi Fang couldn’t be bothered to quibble over a point or two; it didn’t matter to him.

Seeing that Bi Fang seemed relatively easygoing, the staff member grew bolder and continued, "Old Fang, there’s actually another matter."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"The bear has to be hunted by oneself for it to count."

"What do you mean?"

Bi Fang’s brows furrowed, his gaze suddenly sharp, causing Ikeda to press down on his cap, his psychological pressure skyrocketing in an instant.

Damn it, that look is too intimidating.

Somebody save me.

I knew I should have let Chaki Shintaro and Ida Kou be in charge of scoring.

Internally wailing, Ikeda, pressured by his superiors, still mustered the courage to explain: "This is a hunting competition, and theoretically, any means are permissible, but there’s one thing — the hunter must be the one to end the bear’s life for it to count towards the score."

Seeing Bi Fang’s brow furrow deeper, Ikeda hurriedly added, "Otherwise, if one is lucky enough to come across a dead Black Bear, wouldn’t that be somewhat unfair to the other competitors? It’s not personal against you. Before this, nobody anticipated such a situation, but we still believe that the Black Bear died accidentally."

Ikeda mentally commended himself for his quick thinking.

"No, it’s not dead yet."

Ikeda’s face stiffened: "Wha... what do you mean?"

"Come with me."

Chaki Shintaro secured the ropes and the helicopter towed the Brown Bear, flying low along with the four people on the ground.

Although the live broadcast showed them running for just over a minute, it took nearly ten minutes for the four to return. Various bushes impeded their way, causing the three of them to be somewhat astonished.

When the three reached the tree and saw the Black Bear still struggling to move forward, they were all shocked.

"It’s alive, alive!"

"Run for it!"

Chaki Shintaro and Ida Kou, upon seeing the living Black Bear, cried out in alarm and tried to run away, only to be firmly caught by Bi Fang’s grip.

One man held both firmly in place: "Don’t be afraid, it’s already severely injured, can’t even stand up, it’s no threat."

The two stopped and observed the Black Bear from a distance, realising that it truly was as described. The Black Bear had several limbs broken and couldn’t possibly walk.

Ikeda finally understood the meaning behind Bi Fang’s statement that it wasn’t dead yet.

The Black Bear was indeed not dead!

Without hesitation, Bi Fang went ahead to deliver the coup de grâce: "After falling from the tree and being attacked by the Brown Bear, but Black Bears are equally resilient, and it didn’t suffer a fatal wound, how could it die that easily, right?"

As the spear pierced the heart, Bi Fang smiled at Ikeda, "Now it counts as a kill by me, right? According to your rules, any method is acceptable."

"I drove the Brown Bear over so that they would fight each other, that should count, right?"

Whether the Brown Bear found this place itself or not, Bi Fang was now insistent that he "drove" it here.

Ikeda was momentarily dumbfounded but nodded helplessly.

There were no excuses left.