Feng Mountain braced himself and pushed the cart into the enclosure, feeling a mountain of pressure.
More than ten tigers were gathered on the grassy field before him.
'At such a close distance, if one of those tigers suddenly launched a sneak attack, I probably wouldn't be able to fend it off, even as a Witch.'
The man in glasses, however, seemed quite calm, unhurriedly walking beside the cart as if performing a task he couldn't be more familiar with.
He skillfully picked up a whole frozen chicken from the cart, his gaze locking onto a tiger with a big, round face. Then, with a swing of his arm, he tossed it toward the tiger.
"Tyson, eat up!"
The whole chicken traced an arc through the air before landing on the grass with a THUD, rolling a few times before it came to a stop.
The tiger called Tyson slowly got to its feet after hearing the call.
