By evening, these primitive people returned in high spirits. There were eleven of them in total.
They had hunted a bull weighing five to six hundred pounds. They shot it twice from over fifty meters away, then rushed forward with spears to chase it. It ran less than a hundred meters before losing strength, and one of its legs knelt to the ground. With a round of spear throws, it was dead.
They skinned and butchered it right at the hunting ground, cutting it into many pieces. Each person carried back over thirty pounds of meat.
"We'll eat this tonight," said "Blue Face," holding the bull's heart and liver in his hands, which were considered delicacies for the primitive people.
Ma Lin didn't know what to say. Clearly, "Blue Face" didn't intend to target him, nor did he want to take advantage of him.
But Ma Lin was still unhappy because he had to cook for these eleven people.
