The road back to Wiseman Town was unusually quiet.
The previous sense of vigilance and scrutiny had completely disappeared.
In its place was a silence mingled with awe and a hint of distance, as the hunters quietly followed behind Lin Yu'an.
They had seen skilled marksmen, but never anyone who could maintain such machine-like calm and deadly precision in such chaotic dire straits.
When the convoy returned to town and unloaded the enormous wolf carcass from the snowmobile, the entire Wiseman was in an uproar.
The townspeople gathered around, looking at the behemoth that symbolized a threat, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
Buck didn't take any credit; he just patted Lin Yu'an on the shoulder and said, in an equal tone, "Tonight, all the drinks at the tavern are on me, you need to relax a bit."
Lin Yu'an politely declined the celebration that was bound to be noisy, returning to the warm cabin with the lingering smell of gunpowder.
