The wild boar ran toward Mr. Lee. Anyway, he couldn’t move aside or run away, but if he was supported by a wild boar, he could at least get hurt or die, so Lee was misled that it was too unfair to just be beaten. Lee hit the wild boar’s forehead with all his strength in his right fist with the thought of hitting it as urgent. Lee knew that the pig’s forehead was a sharp drop when he was in the army, but he couldn’t wake up to the spirit of the wild boar hit by the brbr vital point. Even if you look at the wild boar’s reaction, one shot went in properly. One shot with this decisive counterble determined the situation. The wild boar struggled and looked around, but there was no stone to use as a weapon. Was it three to four minutes after he had no choice but to throw his bare fist? I was afraid that if I let him run down and leave him, he would turn around and harm him later. I chased, hugged him, and later stepped on the elbow with my feet, and the wild boar began to gel.brbr