After thoroughly dealing with the Predators, Anthony ordered his men to start clearing the battlefield. They cut the dead wolves into chunks of meat, kept half for themselves, and sent the other half to the rhinos.
"Haven't they already taken away a lot of the wolves' carcasses? Why do we still have to give them our share?"
Sandra was puzzled. She felt that as long as they gave the rhinos the portion they promised, it would be enough.
Anthony shook his head, "These creatures aren't so easily fooled. If you don't take good care of them, they could become a ticking time bomb beside us at any moment."
"By then, even if I could speak beast language, it probably wouldn't help."
Sandra nodded, admitting that Anthony's foresight was indeed greater than her own.
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