Zhao Jun squatted, leaning against a large oak tree. Fifteen or sixteen meters behind him were four wild boars—two large, two small.
To his left were two more wild boars, one large and one small. Both had their backs to him, heads turned the other way, snouts buried in the snow as they rooted for acorns.
Another small wild boar had somehow run from Zhao Jun's right side to his front, heading in Li Baoyu's direction.
Seeing this, Li Baoyu quickly ducked behind the large red pine where Zhao Jun had been standing just moments before.
The little boar ran seven or eight meters, then lowered its head and started pawing at the snow again.
At this moment, this yellow-hair was no more than twenty meters away from Zhao Jun.
Boars to the front, back, and left!
Zhao Jun had snuck right into the middle of the sounder.
