Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 576 - 384: Ruthless People Don’t Talk Much!_2

Chapter 576: Chapter 384: Ruthless People Don’t Talk Much!_2

Oscar Knight was also helping out here and saw Sean Knight bring over a piece of smoked meat. He laughed and asked:

"What, planning to cook some meat with vegetables?"

"This is deer meat, it’s warm in nature, perfect for a cold night like this."

Actually, tiger meat is also warm in nature, but its fibers are too coarse. Sean thinks deer meat is better.

"Let me do it!" Oscar Knight, who hadn’t contributed much, took over and said while examining it, "I cook a lot at home recently, and Grandfather says my cooking skills are pretty good."

"Then I’ll leave it to you." Sean smiled; there was no need to argue over such a matter. He saw that the meat slices his brother cut with the knife left here were almost uniform in thickness and nodded, realizing that his brother had put effort into it.

The dinner was sumptuous, and everyone enjoyed it very much.

When it was time to take turns on night duty, Oscar wanted to join but was tactfully rejected by Elijah Hastings.

"Brother, we don’t have experience, let’s listen to them." Sean also didn’t make the roster, which could be considered one of the privileges of being the boss.

Sean and Oscar slept in a stone house. The room was covered with animal skins, underneath which was thick straw. It was very comfortable to lie on.

"This is what camping should feel like!" Oscar lay contentedly on a whole bear skin, stroking the soft fur and saying, "If we could bring this skin back to China and put it on Grandfather’s bed, it would make him laugh in his sleep..."

"It’s not impossible..." Sean, who was lying on the other side of the room, said with his face upward, "Leave it to me. We can also bring back the tiger skin, but we can brag about the bear skin in the village. It would be better not to reveal the tiger skin; otherwise, the authorities will come knocking."

"I understand that." Oscar suddenly turned to Sean and said:

"Sean, I’ve heard that tiger bones are very good too..."

"Don’t worry, the same thing." Sean gave him an assurance, "It’ll be ready once we get back."

"That’s good!"

On this trip, Oscar had seen the ups and downs of life and the treachery of people. He was not planning to run around anymore – at least not abroad.

"In the future, you’ll make money, and I’ll stay home to take care of Grandfather and our parents." Oscar said, "I’ve realized that treasure hunting is not for everyone... Sean."

Sean turned his head to look at Oscar.

"Be careful outside! Money can always be earned, so once we’re settled, let’s take a safer approach."

"Yeah, brother, I understand. In fact, it’s usually not this dangerous," Sean said. "After all, there are not as many people in the wilderness as there are in China. Few people can find the places where we hunt for treasure."

"Anyway, be cautious."

Just at that moment, there was a roar from a distance, as something caught the attention of a nearby beast.

"Alright, let’s sleep. We still have work to do tomorrow."

Late at night, the sounds of conversation gradually disappeared, replaced by snores.

Outside, Lincoln Harrington, who was on night watch, held his pistol, added some firewood to the bonfire, and walked towards the shadows of the stone wall.

He had laid down animal skins here to sit on, so it wouldn’t be too cold or noisy.

He carefully checked the pistol to ensure it would be ready at a moment’s notice, then half-closed his eyes and listened intently to the surrounding sounds.

Ever since absorbing the energy, his hearing had greatly improved. In this dark environment, it was more convenient to listen than to see.

The night became even quieter, with only the occasional drone of insects and bird calls, and nothing else could be heard.

But Lincoln didn’t relax his vigilance an inch.

This wasn’t China, where lawlessness was more common.

At some point, the insect sounds suddenly stopped.

Lincoln quietly stood up, watching his surroundings cautiously.

Something was up!

Pantanov Clarke slowly crawled towards the megalithic site.

Although he hadn’t worked as a hunter for more than a decade, picking up his old skills felt somewhat rusty.

But he dared not be careless; any carelessness could cost him his life, and he would never be able to avenge his wife and children.

Pantanov still couldn’t forget the pain he felt when he saw his wife and son’s bodies.

His wife was naked, her body bearing the obvious marks of violation.

The son’s body had multiple broken bones and several bullet holes; he must have been tortured inhumanely before death.

How could one bear this?

However, the police had never been able to find out who the murderer was.

Pantanov then mobilized his own power, spent all his savings, and found out that it was a gang of robbers led by a man named Lomonosov.

Pantanov paid a lot of money for the gang’s information, bought equipment, made detailed plans, and planned to wipe them out at night to avenge his wife and children!

In order not to scare off the enemy, Pantanov walked all the way here from Berlin.

However, this journey also allowed him to slowly recover the hunting skills he once possessed.

Today, the time has come for the enemies to pay the price!

Pantanov saw the bonfire and looked around without spotting anyone.

Hmph, a ragtag bunch! The night guards must have gone to sleep somewhere!

Perfect, this would facilitate his sneak attack!

After making sure there were no sentries nearby, Pantanov slowly approached a stone house. There were faint snores coming from inside; someone must be there!

He slowly moved towards the entrance of the stone house.

There were no traps or obstacles on the way, these people were really careless!

Well, they could only blame themselves for not being polite!

He slowly pulled out his knife, and the dull blade did not reflect any light.

Pantanov was just about to push the door when suddenly, something hard pressed against his back!

"Don’t move! I’ll shoot you!"

Lincoln spoke in English.

Pantanov’s body stiffened, and all hope seemed to be lost as he was discovered!

However, he thought the other party would just shoot him directly without saying anything, but instead, they started asking questions.

In English too!

Pantanov knew there was a chance, so he suddenly crouched down and tried to fight back!

However, the moment he crouched, Lincoln’s reaction was even faster. With one slap on his neck, Pantanov’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Lincoln tied him up.

All the noise woke Sean Knight and Elijah Hastings.

Oscar slept through it all since he had been tormented for the past few days.

"Is this... an attacker?" Sean glanced at Pantanov, "He doesn’t look like a bad guy."

"Could he be the father of one of those guys we killed? Here for revenge?" Douglas suggested.

"I think it’s more likely he came for the same bad guys we took out," Elijah analyzed, "We just killed them, so I guess no one should know about it yet?"

"Makes sense!" Sean nodded, "Let’s wait for him to wake up and ask him."

"But how do we ask? We don’t know any Russian," Douglas worried.

"Dummy." Sean pulled out his mobile phone, "There’s an automated translation software."

"Oh... I really didn’t know that." Douglas laughed sheepishly, as he hadn’t looked into this at all before.

"Alright, let’s wait."

It didn’t take long for Pantanov to regain consciousness.

Upon waking up, he immediately realized he was tied up and basically gave up, starting to curse loudly.

However, halfway through his rant, he noticed that all the people around him were Chinese, leaving him confused.

Didn’t the police say that there were at least three locals among the gang? Why were all of them Chinese now?

The number of people wasn’t right either!

Although the number wasn’t a big deal, the main point was that they... didn’t seem like it?

"Boss, these translated words in the software are all insults!" said Douglas, holding the phone and looking a bit awkward.

"Probably a misunderstanding. Explain to him." Sean said, "Tell him we just arrived today and ask him why he tried to attack us."

Douglas spoke to the phone, and the translation software translated the words; Pantanov looked puzzled.

What’s going on? He had prepared for so long, and they had changed people here?