"Are you okay?"
Chen Chao's face was also deathly pale.
Shen Xin shook his head. Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw the middle-aged man who'd called it in practically scrambling into the police car on all fours.
"Where'd it go?" Chen Chao asked, gripping his pistol.
Shen Xin shook his head again, took a deep breath to steady his nerves, and then started the car.
'It's safer in the car.'
As he drove forward, they both turned to look.
There was no sign of the tiger behind the wall.
"Go around," Chen Chao said, pointing ahead.
Shen Xin drove around, turned right, and hadn't gone thirty meters before he slammed on the brakes.
To their right, in a small alley, half of the tiger's body was visible behind a car parked in front of a house.
Its hearing must have been very sharp; the sound of the car's engine had already alerted it.
It glanced over its shoulder, then immediately bolted.
