The moment Zhang Yuanmin said this, Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu stopped laughing.
They knew that the Zhang Yuanmin of today wouldn't dream of hunting a Black Bear, not even if he were starving. His wanting to go with them now was purely out of camaraderie.
For a man whose legs turned to jelly just from hearing the words "Black Bear," to voluntarily offer to go along was a truly precious gesture.
"You'd better stay behind, Yuanmin." Zhao Jun said, draping an arm over Zhang Yuanmin's shoulder. "Wang Dalong is coming with us. Baoyu and I have nine dogs, and with Wang Dalong's four, that makes thirteen. There'll be the three of us with three semi-automatic guns. Even if we run into Big Claw, we can take it down."
"Ah!" Since his arm was around his shoulder, Zhao Jun could feel Zhang Yuanmin's body instantly go limp. He let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Well, if that's the case, then I won't go."
