In the sky, the Golden Eagle form of Chen Wen took in everything.
It seems the fathead is indeed with them.
And there's an organization behind this group, they are not as simple as they appear.
"What should we do?"
The Golden Eagle was circling near Chen Wen, a trace of anxiety flashing in its eyes.
"Don't rush."
The Golden Eagle form of Chen Wen lightly flapped its wings, landing the Golden Eagle on the mound.
Once stable, Chen Wen said, "Fathead isn't in danger for now, we don't need to act hastily, let's wait. Once these three fall asleep, we'll bring fathead out directly."
As for these three poachers, Chen Wen had no immediate intention of killing them.
After all, this is domestic, and the association and reserve are aware of the situation here.
Fewer issues mean less trouble.
Thinking this, Chen Wen started to wait.
About an hour later, the bearded man yawned.
He ended the chat, saying, "Let's rest, no need to keep watch tonight."
Cleft lip nodded.
