"Caught something?" Everyone looked puzzled, but still sprang to their feet like startled birds.
A few warriors instinctively grabbed submachine guns in their hands.
Song Qian's brows twisted, then he quickly realized, turned to Jiang Yan with delight and said:
"It must be Ye Qing's hunting trap. We've got a catch."
After saying that, he adjusted his collar and scarf and strode out of the house.
Jiang Yan and Qin Lang quickly followed behind him.
The others also wanted to go out and take a look, but the bone-chilling cold wind scared them back as they reached the door.
The snowflakes falling outside the house were no longer fluffy like goose feathers; saying they were as big as palms wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Just one or two landing on the face would cause a stinging pain.
Watching the fully armed figures wade through the snow with uneven steps, an elder couldn't help but click his tongue, "Youth is such an advantage..."
