A shotgun fires iron pellets. At close range, the shot scatters on impact. But from a distance, while less powerful, the pellets fly in a tight column.
And no matter how weak the blast, the eyes are always the most vulnerable spot.
The column of shot found its mark. The wild boar let out a tragic squeal, blood pouring from its right eye as it wailed incessantly.
With both eyes blinded, the boar couldn't see a thing. It stumbled forward and slammed headfirst into a tree.
The boar got up to run, only to crash into another tree right beside it.
Finally, the boar didn't dare to move. It sat down on the ground and started to howl its lungs out.
"Hahaha..." Perched in the tree, Elder Tao waved his arms and legs, roaring with laughter. "Hey, kid! See? What did I tell you? Blinded it, didn't I? Quick, grab a club and beat it to death for me!"
