"Everything is ready, just missing camel meat!"
Chen Wen looked at the afternoon's masterpiece and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
In order for tomorrow's hunt to go smoothly, Chen Wen planned to rest early tonight, conserving his energy.
While Chen Wen was sleeping.
Over at the Egypt Association.
The president of the Egypt Association, Amir, looked gravely at a page in the log, his eyes filled with a touch of sorrow and sympathy.
"The first death has occurred."
After reading the log, Amir sighed, "Quauhtemoc from the Mexico team, he was climbing a cliff searching for prey but was bitten by a North African Black Fat-tailed Scorpion hidden in the crevice of the cliff, and in terror, he fell to the bottom of the cliff, gravely injured and died from the venom."
Listening to Amir's account, the vice president beside him also showed a flash of sympathy and sorrow in his eyes.
Just from Amir's description, he could feel the despair experienced by the athlete.
