Qin Ziwu tightened his grip on the wooden club, eager to try. "Bro, I really want to ram this stick right up its ass."
Watching the direction the wild boar had gone, Qin Ziwu said, "That boar didn't look all that big."
Deng Guang advised against provoking it. "A boar like that is at least two hundred pounds. Don't be fooled by how stocky it looks; it's all muscle. There's an old saying: first the boar, then the bear, then the tiger. It's not that boars are the strongest, but they have a one-track mind. They get incredibly aggressive when injured, and their first instinct is always to charge."
Qin Ziwen suppressed the urge to attack. He knew his current weapons and gear weren't suitable for hunting a wild boar.
Qin Ziwen analyzed the situation calmly. "Since it showed up here, this area must be its territory. If it appeared once, it'll appear again. We should figure out how to build a trap. As long as we can restrain it with a trap, things will be much easier."
