Xu Changlin's intentions were clear: he just wanted to kill the Lynx and avenge his three dogs.
He didn't care if its corpse was left whole or torn to shreds.
He didn't care if the Lynx Fur could be sold. He just wanted the Lynx dead.
The old man's affection for his dogs was admirable, but Zhao Jun couldn't agree to it.
Why would he risk his own dogs to help avenge someone else's, all for nothing? What if his dogs were the ones to get hurt?
Despite Zhao Jun's refusal, Xu Changlin wasn't anxious. He just said, "Young man, hear me out. I won't have you doing this for free. Avenge my dogs for me, and when it's over, you come home with me. I have a Lynx pelt, and I'll give it to you."
The moment Xu Changlin spoke, Zhao Jun felt something was off. He believed that Xu Changlin loved his dogs enough to chase a Black Bear for them.
But he wouldn't believe for a second that the man would give up a Lynx Fur just for revenge.
That was worth over a thousand yuan!
