Especially Ant, Third Uncle and the others, they absolutely loathed this bunch.
The convoy crawled up the slope slowly, not moving fast.
The people in the grass didn't make any move; there were lots of ants in the grass, and a red ant crawled onto Li Yu's arm.
Li Yu ignored it, but the ant slowly crawled into the palm of his hand.
This kind of red ant isn't poisonous; when it bites it sprays ant acid, making you feel a burning, searing pain.
Seeing this red ant stupidly crawl into his palm, Li Yu simply pinched it hard between his index finger and thumb.
Then he rubbed, and the ant's corpse was crushed into paste.
Because he was wearing black tactical gloves, the ant never made direct contact with his skin.
After crushing the ant to death, Li Yu kept watching the approaching group through the telescope.
Closer and closer.
Very soon, the lead vehicle was already about to reach Third Uncle's position.
At the same time.
