"My surname isn't Zhang. It's Tao." Although he didn't know why Zhao Jun had asked, the old man simply told him his surname was Tao.
"Right." Zhao Jun nodded, unable to stop himself from muttering, 'This old-timer sure is a handful.'
Elder Tao acted as if he hadn't heard. He raised his gun and, as if rallying the troops, said to Zhao Jun, "Let's move out, kid!"
With that, he leveled his gun and started to walk.
Zhao Jun quickly stopped him.
"What is it now?" Elder Tao asked, a bit impatiently.
"Sigh." Zhao Jun felt mentally exhausted, but he had no choice but to patiently explain, "Sir, you can't approach a wild boar head-on."
"Oh!" The old man had a moment of realization. "Right, I think I've heard that somewhere before."
Zhao Jun let out a long sigh of relief. "Sir, give me the gun. I'll do it."
"Absolutely not." Elder Tao immediately refused. "You told me you've never hunted before. How can I let you take the shot?"
Zhao Jun was speechless.
