Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 258: Overwhelming Situation

Four people in a car, they set off for the small town at the foot of the mountain in a grand manner.

Everyone in the car was having a great time, except for the serious-faced Mugalen.

The cheerful laughter was like a siren’s song to his ears; seeing his adorable daughter’s smiling face, Mugalen felt like he had lost something important.

Especially when he noticed Milani’s gaze furtively glancing at the pouch around Bi Fang’s waist, the longing in her eyes made him uncomfortable.

It appeared to be some animal’s teeth inside the pouch, combining that with the livestream they had watched the day before, it must be shark teeth.

Mugalen didn’t give much thought to mere shark teeth.

It was a bit dangerous to kill a two-meter shark with bare hands, but it wasn’t difficult for him, a member of the Deer Hunter Elite Special Forces, as long as he didn’t run into a school of sharks, then he could have as many shark teeth as he wanted.

But he understood that such shark teeth held a completely different value in his daughter’s heart; they weren’t collectible shark teeth.

The so-called raffle was only drawn among Huaxia’s audience; his daughter had no chance of getting them.

No choice then…

A fierce glint flashed in Mugalen’s eyes, anger rose in his heart, and he reached out his large hand to grab the passenger seat…

“Hey, can I trade this fox and rabbit for two of your teeth?” He grasped two fluffy prey, trying to strike a deal with Bi Fang, “I killed both with a single blow, especially the fox, the fur is still in decent condition, can I exchange for two teeth?”

Having decided to trade, he might as well get two, to bring one back for the Barton’s kid as well.

If that didn’t work…

Then there was no other option.

Mugalen sighed in his heart.

Bi Fang was engrossed in a pleasant conversation with Milani when he was suddenly interrupted by Mugalen. After pondering for a moment, he unhooked the pouch from his waist, rustled around in it, and handed two of the largest and finest shark teeth to the eager Milani.

“And one more is for Danny, be careful with it, it’s very sharp, don’t hurt yourself.”

“Mhm!”

Milani’s eyes sparkled as she treasured the two shark teeth in her hands as if they were precious gems.

Bi Fang smiled and patted the girl’s head, turned to look at Mugalen, “No need to trade, you just prepare them, and we’ll all enjoy a meal together, how about that?”

“No problem!”

Before Mugalen could reply, Barton at his side already cheerfully agreed. Since the game was hunted together, it was abundant everywhere. He took the initiative to agree, planning to host them at his house, and the game they had caught would be perfect for entertaining their guests.

Perfect!

[Damn, Old Fang has charm that even wins over little girls!]

[Speaking of which, shouldn’t Master Fang reek of fish right now?]

[Nonsense, a fairy’s fart smells sweet, how could a male fairy stink?]

[Ah… makes sense, into the Ganges River you go.]

At this moment, however, Mugalen felt like a rooster with its throat snatched, his presence among the four had diminished to its lowest, and a sense of dissatisfaction began to well up inside him.

“I’m in too.”

“What?”

Bi Fang was confused, not understanding what Mugalen meant.

Seeing Bi Fang clueless, Mugalen suddenly felt a sense of superiority as he finally delivered his line, “The Discovery Channel is organizing a second wilderness program, it’s a multi-person competition, I’ve signed up for it, are you interested?”

Milani finally remembered her father, who was as inconspicuous as the air, “My dad is with the Deer Hunter Troop, he’s awesome!”

“Deer Hunter?”

A touch of peculiarity flickered in Bi Fang’s eyes; he had a certain understanding of many special forces units around the world.

If there were special forces that were particularly adept at jungle warfare, the Deer Hunters were definitely one of the best.

The live-stream chat was also drawn to the name of this unit.

The Deer Hunters sounded like a formidable opponent, more like a hunter unit than a special forces one.

Indeed, many military enthusiasts thoroughly understood, enthusiastically educating other viewers. As Bi Fang’s followers kept increasing, the chat had all sorts of people.

[Damn, a unit made up of hunters? Sounds badass.]

[Speaking of which, has the Discovery Channel already begun preparing a second program?]

[A multiplayer event? Want to see it. Will Old Fang participate? It’ll be a sweep!]

“That’s right.”

In that moment, Mugalen smiled. He was eager to know if Bi Fang would join, for if he could win against him on the show, he might just win back his daughter… well, the reputation as the number one Wilderness Survivalist.

Mugalen knew that the other party was from Hunter Academy, but that referred to hunters in the literal sense, essentially a special forces training camp, different from his own profession as a hunter.

Don’t put too much faith in novels, movies, or television shows portraying special forces soldiers; in terms of wilderness survival, they generally don’t match up to professional hunters.

This wasn’t to belittle them; rather, it was a single-sided comparison. Modern special forces weren’t all-knowing as some might believe, and when it came to hand-to-hand combat, they weren’t necessarily stronger than professional fighters unless they were among the elite, like a team captain.

The true strength of special forces lay in their firearm proficiency, sniping, demolitions, and teamwork. They excelled at various tactical arrangements and strategic awareness, as well as obedience—skills that hunters couldn’t hope to match.

If both sides were fully prepared, a small squad of special forces could easily wipe out a large group of hunters, whether in an urban setting or the jungle. Of course, if the hunters avoided contact and engaged in a war of attrition in the jungle, that would be a different story.

After all, times had changed; so-called martial arts masters were no longer merely the strongest brutes in physical combat. Being proficient with firearms and well-versed in various tactics and knowledge was the real skill.

But Mugalen was proficient in both worlds. Coming from a family of hunters and having received special training, he was a marksman of exceptional talent. Even if Bi Fang, who hadn’t upgraded his Wilderness Survival Skill to the orange master level, had to admit that the other party was a formidable opponent.

“What do you say? Will you participate? It’s a wilderness survival event with at least five people.”

[Feels like this guy is a bit arrogant. Old Fang, accept his challenge!]

[Right, let others see what real skill is!]

[Speaking of which, why wasn’t Master Fang informed about such an awesome show? Do they think he’s too high-level (dog’s head)?]

Bi Fang’s eyes gleamed. Contrary to what everyone assumed, he actually…

knew about the show.

Moreover, he had already participated, but his involvement differed from Mugalen’s expectation.

When the Discovery Channel approached him, they had arranged for two programs: the first one, with unknown content, was the current ocean survival plan; the second was the Wilderness Arena, which he knew entirely about, even more clearly than Mugalen, a contestant.

However, at the time, the program team didn’t want him to participate directly in the competition but instead… serve as a judge.

He was set to act as an authoritative figure, scoring the remaining members at the end of the show to determine the ultimate champion.

Bi Fang had calculated the timing. The broadcasting of the show would happen just a few years after the conclusion of his current live stream; it was also during the annual Spring Break period of Huaxia. He didn’t plan to stream during that time but rather to take a proper rest. How could he miss out on being a judge, an easy yet entertaining task?

Watching Mugalen, whose eyes were ablaze with the fires of combat, Bi Fang felt uneasy being too blunt, lest others think he had grown arrogant with fame. He offered a noncommittal response.

“I will participate.”

“Oh! Really?” Mugalen, excited, reached out and firmly shook Bi Fang’s hand, “Then, I look forward to our next encounter.”

Bi Fang smiled.

“You will.”