The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 130 - 129. Find you a home?

Chapter 130: 129. Find you a home?

"Bang—"

With a flick of her wrist, she threw the silver needles hidden on her body, and two figures in military green collapsed upon command.

On Tang Shu’s arm, she inevitably bore some scratches as well.

"Is this modern combat?"

It must be said, even without Inner Strength, their techniques alone were formidable. They could be considered second-rate masters even in the Tang Sect.

Tang Shu narrowed her eyes with interest and turned towards the direction the Purple Sable had fled.

After walking out two miles, she laid down some medicine around her, and within minutes, she had lured the little creature back.

"Gotcha, didn’t I? Let’s see where you can hide now."

"Squeak Squeak—"

"Crying won’t help, just let me take a little venom."

"Squeak—"

The little one’s light purple fur shone dazzlingly under the fiery red sunrise, and its tiny eyes, round and bulging, seemed to be pleading, or maybe... trying to endear itself?

Tang Shu twitched the corner of her mouth, pierced its little paw with a silver needle, and after filling a small bottle with its venom and blood, she set the little creature aside.

After touching the ground with its short legs, the little creature swayed and then collapsed.

Clearly, like the six poachers, it too was knocked out by the powerful anesthetic on the silver needles.

Tang Shu was pleased to put the small bottle in her backpack but felt a bit regretful as she looked at the little Purple Sable in front of her.

"Why do you have to be a rare protected animal?"

It made it impossible for her to keep it long-term.

Damn animal protection laws!

For the first time, Tang Shu felt a tiny bit unsatisfied with the modern, watertight laws that kept cropping up.

She absentmindedly plucked some grass to cushion her seat, while the girl recovered her strength and watched the sleeping little Purple Sable with greedy eyes.

A venom vending machine with an endless supply was right in front of her; letting it go just wasn’t her style.

After weighing her options, Tang Shu took out her phone from her backpack and made a call.

"Hello, Tang Shu?"

"It’s me. Do poachers fall within your jurisdiction?"

Around five in the morning, the drowsy warmth was suddenly disrupted by those three words, "Where are you?"

"In the depths of the Greater Khingan Range."

"Have you dealt with all the people?"

"Mhm."

"Wait there, a helicopter will be there in half an hour."

...

Twenty minutes after hanging up the phone, Tang Shu was greeted by a passenger helicopter. She loaded the still unconscious poachers and then met a local woman.

"Hello, my name is Qing Luan. Wen Nuan must have mentioned me to you."

"Hi, Tang Shu."

The woman named Qing Luan looked at the also asleep little creature in Tang Shu’s arms with a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

"Is it this little Purple Sable?"

"Yes, it’s this one. Can you really take care of it?"

"Don’t worry, leave it to me. I’ll make sure it gets plump and healthy."

Tang Shu gave the slender-bodied and agile little Purple Sable one more look, imagining it plump and chubby, and couldn’t help but twitch her mouth unconsciously.

This was her agreement with Wen Nuan; in exchange for capturing the six poachers, she found a "home" for the little Purple Sable.

After much consideration, to ensure a continuous supply of venom and Purple Sable blood in the future, Tang Shu handed over the creature to Qing Luan.

Fine then, who lets someone be a public servant.

***

Half a day later, Tang Shu returned to the film crew with a backpack full of medicinal herbs.

"Tang Shu, come here. The wrap party is in half an hour!" Director Xie called out to her casually upon seeing her.