Tiger, I rejected the iron rice bowl.

"Fan Zhengcheng?" Wang Yuyu, who was about to pounce, froze instantly.

This name was like a key, instantly unlocking his memory. It was the policeman who followed Tang Li and didn't dare to lay a hand on him!

He stared intently in the direction from which the sound came, and with the faint light of his flashlight, he could vaguely make out that familiar face.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that although the beam of Fan Zhengcheng's flashlight was not shining directly at him, it was still covering the area where he was located. He instantly realized that he had been discovered and the plan to launch a sneak attack had completely failed.

Since it can't be hidden, it's better to come out openly.

Wang Yuyu stopped hiding and suddenly leaped out of the bushes. His massive body landed on the snow 40 meters in front of the three of them, bringing with it a gust of cold wind, causing the snow to fall in a flurry.

His ears were pressed tightly against his scalp, his mouth was stretched open, revealing sharp, white teeth, his massive body was slightly lowered, his limbs were tense, and deep roars rolled from his throat. Every movement was full of vigilance and intimidation.

Seeing this, Fan Zhengcheng's heart jumped into his throat, but he knew he absolutely could not back down.

He slowly raised the flashlight in his hand, deliberately adjusting the angle to illuminate his face, and said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Iron rice bowl, do you see clearly? It's me, Fan Zhengcheng! We're here to help you, not to hurt you!"

Wang Yu squinted, staring intently at the face illuminated by the light. After a few seconds, she finally recognized him—it really was the policeman who delivered the venison!

His guard instantly lifted considerably; his tense body slowly relaxed, his fangs retracted, and his roar ceased. He muttered to himself, "Now that the police are here, they'll have more than enough to deal with those two poachers. I'm out of the picture!"

He flicked his tail, becoming much lazier, and swaggered towards Fan Zhengcheng and the other two.

Fan Zhengcheng was overjoyed to see this, not expecting to gain its trust so easily.

He tentatively reached out, wanting to touch this rare tiger that seemed to understand human nature, but Wang Yu didn't even lift his eyelids. He walked straight past the three of them, his steps never faltering, heading towards the camp at the foot of the mountain.

As Wang Yuyu passed by Fan Zhengcheng, she caught a glimpse of his outstretched hand and let out a clear "humph," full of disdain: "You think you can touch me? Don't you even know what you look like!"

"It has to be a soft, gentle girl like Tang Li, what are you doing getting involved, you grown man?"

"I'm a real man, not someone you can just touch!"

"Captain, Captain! The secure job is gone!"

Seeing that Wang Yuyu had already walked more than ten meters away, while Fan Zhengcheng was still standing there with his hand outstretched, one of the team members hurriedly whispered a reminder, "We should go!"

"Oh! Okay!" Fan Zhengcheng finally snapped out of his daze, watching Wang Yuyu's retreating figure. He awkwardly withdrew his hand and quickly called to his teammates, "Quick, chase after it! Keep up with it!"

Wang Yuyu was much faster than them. His broad, thick paws were like natural snowshoes, allowing him to step steadily on the soft snow and even glide directly across the snow surface.

Fan Zhengcheng and his two companions trudged along, their feet sinking into the deep snow that reached their calves, each step requiring immense effort.

Wang Yu walked slowly, stopping occasionally to glance back at the three people sluggishly behind her, her disdain undisguised.

He wanted to dash straight to the camp, but then he thought that there were too many people in the camp. What if someone didn't recognize him and reacted too much and fired a shot? Wouldn't he die unjustly?

After weighing the options, it was safer to go down with Fan Zhengcheng, an "acquaintance," since at least the other party knew him and wouldn't act rashly.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the three men and one tiger finally arrived at the camp.

The moment Wang Yuyu stepped into the camp area, his massive figure was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating a huge uproar.

Everyone in the camp, whether researchers, forest police, or villagers helping out, stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on us.

Everyone looked at this ferocious beast, which was far larger than an ordinary Siberian tiger, with extremely complex expressions.

There was a fear of facing the king of beasts, and they instinctively shrank back.

Curious about this "special research subject," they tiptoed closer.

Some villagers were simply curious and peeked out from a distance.

Wang Yuyu was completely unmoved by the stares of the onlookers, especially when he caught sight of the police officers with guns at their waists; his fur instantly tightened.

The fear of guns was ingrained in his very bones.

To maintain his safe distance, he let out low growls, "Roar! Woo!" The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strong warning: Don't come any closer! I'm a real Siberian tiger, with claws sharp enough to split rocks and crack wood. If you piss me off, nobody will get away with it!

The more vigilant and intimidating Wang Yuyu was, the more excited the onlookers became.

Some people couldn't contain their excitement and secretly took out their phones to take pictures and videos from a distance, muttering to themselves, "My God, is this the legendary iron rice bowl? It's so amazing!"

"Look at its stripes, they're even more imposing than the tigers in documentaries!"

Seeing that the crowd was growing larger and larger and was about to move forward, Fan Zhengcheng quickly stepped forward to help.

As he waved to disperse the crowd, he shouted, "Back up! Back up! Keep a safe distance! Don't scare it!"

Once the crowd had dispersed slightly, he walked up to Wang Yuyu and, in a softer tone, cautiously said, "Don't be nervous, it's a secure job. I'll take you to a safe place to rest for a while, okay?"

Following Fan Zhengcheng's gaze, Wang Yuyu immediately spotted the large iron cage being pushed over by two staff members not far away.

The dark steel bars and the tightly closed iron gate instantly evoked his nightmare memories of being anesthetized and locked in cages three times in the zoo, losing his freedom.

His muscles tensed instantly, his ears pressed tightly against his scalp, and his sharp tiger claws snapped out. He growled incessantly at Fan Zhengcheng, instantly activating his battle mode.

"Damn it! You want to lock me in a cage? Dream on!"

Wang Yu roared inwardly, "Unless I'm dead, I'll never set foot in this hellhole again!"

"You dare come and try? My claws aren't rusty; I wouldn't mind leaving you a souvenir!"

He scanned his surroundings warily while quickly thinking of a solution: the terrain here was open and exposed, and if someone secretly fired a tranquilizer dart, he would have nowhere to hide.

We need to find a sheltered spot right away!

His gaze swept over a tent not far behind him, and an idea instantly formed in his mind.

"Roar!" Wang Yuyu suddenly pounced towards Fan Zhengcheng, his massive body carrying a gust of cold wind, ready to launch an attack.