Chapter 287

"My name is Soren Douglas, this is Dalton Robinson, and this is Lawrence Fox. May I ask your name?"

"Qin!"

"Qin?" Soren heard the name and felt a flicker of familiarity, as if he’d heard it before, though he couldn’t recall where.

He smiled, not dwelling on it: "Mr. Qin, where are you headed? We can give you a ride."

Qin Yun waved his hand. "No need. I’m live-streaming—I need to walk the whole way. It’s inconvenient."

Live-streaming?

Hearing the word "live-streaming," Soren suddenly had a flash of insight, his eyes widening as he blurted out: "Wild Survival? Qin? Are you Qin, the champion of this year’s Wild Survival?"

At these words, Dalton and Lawrence also froze for a moment.

"Hahaha, look at their shocked faces—I thought they didn’t even know Master Qin."

"Of Earth’s seven billion people, maybe a billion recognize Master Qin. At least six billion don’t. Nothing strange about that."

Before Qin Yun could confirm, Soren’s expression shifted, tinged with awe and something oddly uneasy: "Qin, you’re live-streaming right now?"

"Yeah!" Qin Yun nodded, pointing to the drone. "It’s broadcasting globally. Sorry—you’re all on camera."

Soren, Dalton, and Lawrence exchanged glances, their faces instantly draining of color.

Especially Soren, who holstered his gun and raked his fingers through his hair: "Damn it. If my old man sees this, I’m dead."

Qin Yun was speechless. So were the viewers in the livestream.

He thought for a moment and said: "Since you’ve accidentally crossed into the legal hunting zone, just leave quickly. You haven’t taken any game, so no real harm done."

"Yes, yes!" Soren nodded eagerly. "Qin, you’re right—we just wandered in by accident. We’ll pay the fine if we have to."

"The grasslands aren’t safe. When you head back, stick to the main road. Avoid danger."

Serengeti National Park has designated main tourist routes—where, if Qin Yun went, he’d see many tourists.

Soren and the others didn’t say much more to Qin Yun—likely out of some unspoken fear. They cast one last glance at the drone and sped off in their vehicle.

But just a few kilometers down the road, Dalton spoke up: "We’re just going back empty-handed?"

Lawrence replied: "What else can we do? Pretending we didn’t know this was Seronela was one thing—but now we’re live-streamed. Let’s just head back to Gelumitihe."

"There’s nothing but ancient, useless beasts or antelopes and zebras there. What’s the point?" Dalton grumbled.

Soren said: "Go back. If we spot game along the way, take it. If not, we’ll head straight to Gelumitihe."

Hearing Soren say that, Dalton reluctantly agreed.

"So we take the main road or…?"

"Main road? What’s the point of hunting then? We go back the way we came," Soren cursed with a grin. "We’re out here—might as well hunt something, even if it’s not a lion."

The trio’s interest revived.

Not long after, the vehicle stopped. Ahead lay another patch of sparse woodland—and a colossal beast appeared in their line of sight.

"Turn off the engine!"

Soren, through his binoculars, saw the beast’s form and burst out excitedly.

All three vehicles shut down. The three men leapt out and immediately hid behind a acacia tree, peering toward the distance.

After each peered through their binoculars, they swallowed hard, exchanged glances, eyes gleaming.

"Triceratops black rhino. There are actually triceratops black rhinos in the world." Lawrence murmured, then added, as if speaking to himself or to the others: "What do we do? Hunt it?"

Soren and Dalton were both stirred—especially Dalton, who didn’t hesitate a moment: "If we’ve encountered it, it’s fate. Let’s hunt it."

Soren stayed calm: "But how do we transport it? We’re not poachers."

In plain terms, their idea of "hunting" wasn’t to kill and take parts. They intended to capture the live animal. Their ammunition wasn’t solid rounds but soft-point bullets modified with tranquilizers.

As long as they didn’t hit vital organs, the animal wouldn’t die.

A black rhino this massive couldn’t be moved by ordinary means. Their SUVs were useless.

Dalton said: "I’ll have someone bring my Unimog U5000. We can drag the rhino to Gelumitihe, then use a helicopter for transport."

"Too risky," Soren shook his head. "This giant is too conspicuous. If it gets exposed, even our family names won’t save us—we’ll pay a huge price just to bury it. And we still won’t keep it."

Dalton frowned: "Then what do you suggest? Abandon it? This is a rare mutated triceratops black rhino—I bet there’s only one in the world. Tanzania’s authorities might not even know."

Soren hesitated, then said: "First, try to hunt it. If we can’t even hunt it, forget transport."

"Fine!" Dalton perked up immediately, rushing back to the car for his gun.

…

Watching the SUVs drive away, Qin Yun shrugged.

"I hope they listen to me and head straight back to Gelumitihe along the main road."

Meanwhile, viewers watching the vehicles leave suddenly spoke up.

"Master Qin, the direction they’re heading—that’s the triceratops black rhino’s territory, right?"

"Hmm, looks like it."

Qin Yun nodded: "Yes. But even I wouldn’t dare face that giant. How much less them? They’re not idiots."

The sun overhead was scorching—peak heat at one or two in the afternoon. Qin Yun found a shady spot and prepared to rest, waiting for the heat to pass.

He patted Da Huang’s head: "Full? If not, go hunt on your own."

Da Huang shook his thick-maned head, nuzzled affectionately against Qin Yun’s chest, then lay down, pressing his muzzle against Qin Yun’s mineral water bottle. The meaning was clear.

Qin Yun sighed: "Damn it, I don’t even dare drink this."

Still, he opened the bottle and poured some water into Da Huang’s mouth.

The viewers watched the harmonious scene between man and lion, envious to the point of despair.

"Honestly, I really admire Master Qin’s guts—being this close to a lion."

"He raised it from a cub—that’s why the lion doesn’t bite him. Master Qin dominates it with force."

"Emotion doesn’t matter. Force is key."

"Da Huang: I can’t even beat a spotted hyena, let alone my master."

Qin Yun chatted casually with viewers. Though the shade was still hot, it was far better than walking under the blazing sun.

Then, suddenly, a faint gunshot echoed from afar—so distant it was nearly inaudible. The livestream viewers didn’t notice anything unusual.

But Qin Yun, with his acute senses, instantly identified the direction of the shot.

He stood up, gazing toward the distance—the very direction Soren’s group had taken.

"Master Qin, what’s wrong?"

"Did you hear something?"

"Is a wild beast approaching?"

"Could it be spotted hyenas again?"

As viewers replied, the gunshots erupted continuously. From their frequency, Qin Yun sensed panic.

"No—I heard gunshots!" Qin Yun pointed. "From over there."

…

"Fuck!"

Soren never imagined that even with perfect preparation, they’d fail.

This mutated triceratops black rhino had skin and flesh so thick that bullets only sprayed blood flowers—barely scratching it. The bullets, however, enraged the beast.

"Soren, what do we do now?"

Dalton panicked, watching the black rhino charge wildly, snapping acacia and acacia trees like twigs. His legs trembled.

Lawrence was terrified: "Go, go!"

Soren didn’t hesitate further—if the rhino locked onto their position, it’d be too late.

"Get in the car—go!"

The three sprinted for the vehicles. Meanwhile, the black rhino finally locked onto their location and charged straight at them.

What did it look like when a three-ton tank of a beast thundered toward you?

Soren and the others didn’t know before—now they did.

They were only two hundred meters apart. To a giant black rhino, that was practically at their doorstep. By the time the three reached the car, slammed the doors, and screamed "Drive!"—the triceratops rhino arrived.

Then…

"Boom—!"

The terrifying force slammed into the SUV. The occupants were instantly thrown around, and the vehicle flipped over.

Not done yet—the black drivers in the other two SUVs saw this and turned pale. Before they could reverse, the rhino’s attack was already upon them.

Its one-and-a-half-meter horn pierced cleanly through the door, skewering the entire vehicle.

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