Mr. Qian grumbled a few words as he took the pistol, probably something along the lines of cursing and complaining.
In the previous moment of terror, everyone saw clearly that the creature behind the waterfall was as thick as a barrel, with staggered sharp teeth in its wide mouth and lightning-fast speed. It had dragged the golden snub-nosed monkey into the cave in the blink of an eye, and the monkey had lost its life without even a chance to resist.
Such a ferocious 'monster' might not be dealt with by a mere handgun.
But while Mr. Qian complained, he knew very well that a dead animal was worth far less than a living one. If he brought several rifles and opened fire, he'd be safe, but if they killed the 'monster,' it would be worthless.
In their line of work, they gambled with their lives. Without certain risks, why would he earn two hundred thousand dollars more than others?!