The White Tiger stretched out a paw, and before Jiang Si could react, she found herself pressed against its fluffy chest. It was a clear, unspoken message: it didn't want to eat anything, it just wanted to be close to her.
Jiang Si sighed helplessly. "I'm fine, don't worry," she told the others. "It won't hurt me. Go check on those two bodies—you should be able to grab two guns and some grenades." She glanced toward Qin Shen's house. "And check on Qin Shen. The tiger rushed out of his house. If he's still alive, try to save him."
As Jiang Si focused on signaling to the others with her eyes, she failed to notice the White Tiger lowering its gaze to look at her, its complex expression strikingly human.
Jiang Chengwu went downstairs with his gun and returned a short while later.
His expression was grim as he let out a deep sigh. "I didn't see him."
The White Tiger was swift and its attacks powerful. Qin Shen's chances of survival were slim.
