While Qin Zhendong and Lin Li were conversing.
Northeast of the Qinling Mountain Range.
In a signal vehicle at the junction of a mountain forest and a highway, a group of people dressed in wildlife garments gathered around a surveillance screen.
They whispered quietly, their faces flushed, looking like a college dorm watching a short film together.
At this moment.
In the center of the screen.
"Roar—"
Thump thump—
As a giant orange paw landed.
Several wild birds were instantly startled, flapping and fleeing in all directions.
But the owner of the orange paw showed no intention of letting them go.
Accompanied by a fierce roar that resonated through the forest, a somewhat plump but agile orange figure suddenly jumped into the air.
With one paw pressed down,
one mouth to catch,
one tail swept.
Three simple movements.
Three unlucky creatures fell to the mud, lifeless.
A moment later.
The figure landed heavily.
