Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 574 - 571 Tiangella

Early the next morning.

Police officers from the Security Bureau carried a stack of documents as they knocked on the door of the chief’s office.

Upon entering, they were assailed by an unpleasant odor – indefinable, but certainly enough to furrow one’s brow.

The inside was a mess, with balls of wastepaper strewn everywhere, and a half-rolled sleeping bag visible under the desk.

The new officer couldn’t help admiring their superior’s dedication and reverently placed the document bag on the desk, "Chief Matsumoto, here are the materials you asked me to get from the Tokyo Hunting Season Security Bureau. They’re all here."

"Leave them there, and go get me a cup of coffee."

Matsumoto Kiyotaka, who had just climbed out of the sleeping bag, yawned and checked his reflection on his phone, noticing his dark circles were more pronounced than ever.

"Really, to think I’m over forty and still have to work overtime every day, yawning~"

To protect Taiji Town, Chief Matsumoto had no choice but to stay overnight in the office with his sleeping bag, hoping that in case things couldn’t be resolved, his dedication might at least preserve his position.

A steaming cup of coffee was placed on the desk. Chief Matsumoto opened the document bag with one hand and took a sip of the coffee with the other, the heat scalding his mouth, jolting him alert.

"Indeed, coffee must be piping hot."

Smacking his lips, Matsumoto Kiyotaka straightened up in his chair. His aging bones creaked softly, but at least he hadn’t twisted his back. He pulled out the documents from the bag, flipping to the Kii Peninsula section and taking out all the materials therein.

The Hunting Season was organized by the Tokyo Police Department. Although Japan has no designated capital, it is, after all, Tokyo, which is a step above in ranking, directly overseen by the National Police Agency.

Matsumoto Kiyotaka had pulled some strings to get these documents in less than a day; normally, such a request would take days to process.

Taking out all the files, he began checking them.

First, those not from Kii Peninsula could wait till later. Although Japan isn’t large, it’s still over three thousand kilometers from south to north. One couldn’t reach it by car in a day, and getting to Dolphin Bay from outside Kii Peninsula would take hours at the least.

If that were the case, there’d be no chance to sleep. People could be worked to death.

Looking at the Kii Peninsula, there were six hunters. Six hunters and... huh?

Matsumoto Kiyotaka paused, quickly flipping through pages, his pupils dilating. Six hunters, and three accidents?

These days, Matsumoto had no time to watch such entertainment programs. Though thrilling, he had passed the age for seeking excitement and passion. Such live broadcasts were of no interest to him. Only now, when he received the materials, did he realize the coincidence.

How many had accidents?

Being a police officer, he immediately sensed that something wasn’t right. Three out of six hunters had accidents; the incident rate was fifty percent. If it were really that dangerous, the show would definitely not be able to continue.

He checked online on his phone; not wanting to check but needing to, the discovery worsened the matter. Only three hunters had accidents, all on Kii Peninsula!

Something was off, definitely off!

There was a problem.

Pages flipped.

Bi Fang, Mujialun, Bosen.

On Kii Peninsula, the three remaining made Chief Matsumoto’s brow furrow deeply. At first glance, he thought Bi Fang was Japanese, but then he realized he was Huaxia, and upon reflection, he seemed familiar. It seemed he had been promoted a few days ago as an expert bear hunter.

All foreigners?

He examined the rankings. Bi Fang was in first place, Bosen in second. Even Mujialun ranked fifth.

What was going on with these guys?

Now, Chief Matsumoto could be certain that there was an issue with the competitors; their presence was too concentrated.

Out of thirty-five hunters, a single peninsula held three of the top five, and all the accidents involved hunters, the incident rate reaching fifty percent.

So only you are special?

Chief Matsumoto realized in a flash that the breakthrough was right in front of him.

Who could it be!?

The three people on the Kii Peninsula still didn’t know they were being watched by a certain Security Bureau Chief and were still performing.

Each performing their own roles.

Bi Fang was playing Taiji Town, the audience, and the organizer.

Bosen was playing an old Hunter at the end of his life, valiant in his declining years, an aged steed resting in his stall.

As for Mujialun... it was unclear what he was playing, perhaps the frightened competitor vying for first place?

But there were still many in the audience with a keen intuition who vaguely sensed that Bi Fang seemed to be hiding something from them.

There was no other explanation, his relaxation was too obvious, the rhythm was off.

Loosening and tightening intermittently, the audience would just start to get excited, and then things would relax. When they were cursing and complaining, it would suddenly tighten up again, back and forth.

The erratic rhythm was very uncomfortable, like a giant and a dwarf dancing the rumba.

At first, not much was felt, but after more than a week of the same, many old fans began to notice.

After all, they had been watching his live streams so many times, there was bound to be some understanding.

Less than a month left.

Though it was the midst of a scorching summer, Bi Fang managed to lean against a tree with a calm and composed air.

Today was another day of going easy.

It couldn’t be helped, busy at night meant lowering physical activity during the day, only this way could he show no clear signs of fatigue.

Fatigue is difficult to camouflage, anyone could tell you’ve been up to no good the night before.

Even so, Bi Fang didn’t know how much longer he could keep up the act.

The world is full of ordinary people, but ordinary doesn’t mean stupid.

Sooner or later, someone would notice something was off, and all Bi Fang could do was race against time.

In a corner of the mountains.

Bosen was indeed becoming more accustomed to life in front of the camera, even beginning to blend in with the audience.

"Being young is great. I never imagined that a Hunter like me could have fans, and so many at that."

Bosen was very happy, especially when watching the gifts on the screen— he even felt he was making more than in his old line of work.

Being able to hunt Black Bears openly and receive effortless wealth made him wonder if his old profession would still have any takers.

"I’m a bit tired today."

Mujialun sat on the ground—as after eating grilled meat at noon, his blood had surged to his stomach from his brain, making him increasingly want to sleep.

He couldn’t comprehend how Bi Fang managed to do this every single day.

No matter, no matter.

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Hunting while dragging a weary body could lead to accidents, better take a rest first.

Matsumoto Kiyotaka yawned and rubbed his eyes; this was yet another all-nighter in his busy schedule, surviving on short naps each afternoon.

After nearly half a week of busyness, Matsumoto Kiyotaka finally had some clues.

Among the three men, the backgrounds of two were easy to research, laid out in the open, but one remained a mystery.

"Bosen, once served in Tiangella."

"What’s this company?"

Matsumoto Kiyotaka was confused—he had never heard of such a large multinational corporation.