BXBX NOVEL Chapter 263: 260 New Year's
Finding the prey directly could be explained by luck.
But Bi Fang’s recent feat of rapid-firing dual guns and swiftly hitting a moving target fifty meters away after calibrating the bullet trajectory was an extreme operation that left Mugalen utterly unable to utter the words “luck.”
Absolute strength had crushed everything, at least Mugalen himself completely couldn’t do it. Calibrating bullet trajectories was not that simple, not to mention the time was so short…
Such a performance was enough to prove that the other party didn’t forgo the test shot; he merely regarded the first shot as the test shot. How confident was that?
Confident enough to fire a second shot before the rabbit could escape and hit it accurately?
Should one say that it was no wonder he came from Hunter Academy?
Mugalen had never been to Hunter Academy, but he had heard of the harsh training there. However, were the graduates really that strong?
“What are you talking about?”
Bi Fang didn’t understand the other person’s thought process. What second place? Wasn’t it just a private comparison between two people? Why was there also a reward?
If you want to eat rabbit meat, just say it!
The mindsets of a judge and a contestant were completely different. Things that Mugalen cared about didn’t concern Bi Fang at all, who was now completely confused. Thinking the other party was admitting defeat jokingly, he exercised the traditional virtue of the Huaxia people: modesty.
“Luck, it was all luck.”
“Really?” Mugalen looked complex and skeptical, “Those two shots just now can’t be explained by luck.”
“Ha, you mean this?” Bi Fang shook his head, “It’s no big deal. After all, my hunting in the wild is primitive hunting; I don’t use guns.”
Hmm?
Mugalen was taken aback as if sunshine had pierced through the night, and dawn stealthily edged across the sky, he had an epiphany.
Right, how good can one be with a gun? During the competition, guns couldn’t be carried anyway; it all came down to primitive hunting skills.
He had started learning hunting with his grandfather at the age of three, caught his first prey using a trap at eight, learned to make large traps by thirteen, hunted a fifty-kilogram deer with a spear at sixteen, could go into the mountains alone by eighteen and dared to enter the mountains barehanded at twenty. By twenty-four, he joined the Deer Hunter Troop and was definitely among the best in primitive hunting.
Thinking this, Mugalen’s eyes blazed with a fighting spirit. Looking at Bi Fang, he said earnestly, “You win this time, but I will not give up easily!”
Bi Fang: “…?”
With that, Mugalen left to find his own prey.
As Bi Fang watched Mugalen’s retreating figure, he was puzzled but didn’t dwell on it, continuing his search for his own prey. The feeling of pulling the bolt had been too great; guns were not allowed in his country, so he wanted to take advantage of the rare opportunity as much as possible.
Unfortunately, the recent gunshot had frightened away many nearby game animals, requiring Bi Fang to hunt further away. This was also why he didn’t test fire at first—it was too troublesome.
By noon, watching Bi Fang return with three rabbits and a fox, Mugalen silently hid the only wild rabbit he had caught.
It seemed he just had bad luck today.
A group of five people took out a barbecue grill from the car and started a wild barbecue.
Differing from Bi Fang’s first wild rabbit outing, this time there were all sorts of seasonings available. With the high heat of the charcoal, enough oil brushed on, and a generous sprinkling of spices, even the tough rabbit meat could be made to taste quite good.
In the afternoon, Bi Fang said goodbye to the reluctant Milani and Danny, contacted the production crew, and took a plane back to Ugly Country.
After meeting Jerret and a few staff members, they first discussed the details of the next program, Wilderness Arena. Then, Jerret handed the list of contestants to Bi Fang and proposed a big dinner to celebrate the perfect conclusion of this program.
After handling everything, Bi Fang returned to the hotel. However, before he could rest, Disney called again; they had some issues they wanted to resolve while Bi Fang was still in Ugly Country.
“Ah, it’s really busy,” Bi Fang sighed.
Truly feeling the pressure of popularity, there wasn’t a moment to stop, with endless matters to deal with.
He was suffering and enjoying it at the same time, but who could complain when the numbers in his bank account kept soaring? He hadn’t done the math, but Bi Fang conservatively estimated that his balance might have exceeded a hundred million…
Most of it came from Disney, and there was still a portion of the residual earnings to be collected. The production of animated series also gave him a slice of the pie.
And that was without accepting any advertisement endorsements. If he did, there would be even more.
In his past life as well as this one, this was the first time Bi Fang enjoyed the feeling of being rich. This kind of cash flow that he could fully control and didn’t come from running a company eradicated all his financial stress. He could travel wherever he desired.
Bi Fang was already considering whether to buy a vehicle. He had always envied those costly “toys.”
Just as Bi Fang was pondering, he suddenly realized he had overlooked something. After thinking for a while, he remembered he still had an unused “identity change ticket.”
The “language ticket” was not urgent; it could be used when needed. But Bi Fang had someone in mind for the identity change ticket all along.
Wilderness Traveler lv1
Last time, using it on the special forces was really practical. It provided him a lot of protection. Not to mention, just the part against Poachers, maybe the live broadcast was okay, but whether the subsequent videos could be released was questionable—yet it seemed to completely slip his mind.
In front of an audience, it also helped him establish a strong image. The more interesting part was that the identity would change as his skills upgraded, which was thoroughly advantageous.
What would happen if he used it on Wilderness Traveler?
As he thought about it, Bi Fang decided to give it a try and applied the identity ticket to Wilderness Traveler.
After a while, a completely new identity emerged, and Bi Fang summarized it.
First, a Hunter’s License, different from the one the Lin Family had given him. This hunting certificate was internationally recognized, allowing the holder to hunt most species not critically endangered.
Second, a Permit allowing him to travel to any corner of the world or handle related affairs, promptly recognized by local governments, effectively opening doors of convenience, with a maximum duration of twenty-four hours.
Indeed, he was right!
Bi Fang felt joy in his heart, glad that he used it in the right place. Whether the first or the second, both were quite useful credentials.
Because of his identity, the last time Bi Fang had managed to go to France so quickly was also due to Elvan pulling some strings. But now he wouldn’t have to worry. He could get permission within twenty-four hours.
Awesome.
Content, Bi Fang lay down to sleep.
Three days later, having settled his affairs and only waiting for the crew’s call, Bi Fang returned to Huaxia—it was nearing the New Year, and this would be his first Spring Festival in this world.
A few days later.
The crackling sound of firecrackers from the far end of the street across overpowered the cheers and laughter for a moment.
The air was filled with the scent of bursting bamboo, which wasn’t unpleasant, but instead brought a comfortable warmth in the harsh winter weather.
The streets were sparsely populated, with paper from firecrackers scattered everywhere by the big households near their doorsteps, fluttering in the wind.
Occasionally, affectionate couples embraced on the streets, spreading “dog food” everywhere.
This was New Year’s Eve, when the young people who normally drove around drunk at night stayed home, waiting for the New Year’s bell to welcome spring.
The next day, waking up bright and early, Bi Fang accepted Yao Jun’s invitation to visit the not-yet-fully-decorated club for some leisure time.