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Old Wu's hand rested on the holster, the clasp already undone, his fingers gripping the handle tightly, the barrel pulled out of the holster, revealing a dark, metallic sheen.

The six security personnel behind him moved like well-trained cheetahs, almost simultaneously.

Some drew their guns quickly; others knelt on one knee, aiming steadily ahead; six dark gun muzzles were all pointed at the tiger that had suddenly appeared in front of them.

Old Wu lowered his voice: "Mr. Luo, please step back, leave this to me."

Luo Fei raised his hand and gently waved it in Old Wu's direction.

"It's okay, relax."

His voice wasn't loud, but Old Wu's fingers still loosened their grip on the gun handle.

The six security personnel also holstered their guns, pointed them downwards, and took a step back.

Luo Fei turned around, faced the tiger, and called out, "Little White."

The bushes rustled again, and a small white cat emerged from the bushes behind the tiger, walking lightly to Luo Fei's feet.

Luo Fei heard Xiao Bai's slightly smug voice in his mind: "My little brother happens to be hunting wild boars nearby, so I called him over to support you."

Luo Fei didn't look down at Xiaobai; his gaze remained fixed on the tiger.

The tiger now resembled a tamed big cat, sitting obediently in front of the bushes, its massive head slightly lowered, its eyes showing no ferocity but rather a hint of appeasement, as if waiting for Xiaobai's next command.

Luo Fei then turned his gaze to Old Wu, who was still somewhat wary, and said calmly, "This tiger won't hurt anyone. You can continue with your work and ignore it."

He bent down, scooped up Xiaobai, and held it in his arms. He turned and took a few steps, but then suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn around, but silently told Xiaobai, "Let that tiger go. Also, tell it not to attack if it encounters the police and experts coming into the mountains later."

Little White lay lazily in his arms, its tail tip flicking gently. A voice inside him carried a hint of smugness: "You don't need to tell me. I already gave orders to all the animals that came to the village. They absolutely cannot attack humans unless the other party harms them first, then they are allowed to retaliate."

Luo Fei nodded and continued walking.

Behind me came the sound of bushes being rustled; it was the sound of the tiger leaving.

Luo Fei didn't turn around, but he knew the tiger was already far away. He walked over to Old Wu and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm going back now. I'll leave things here to you."

Old Wu nodded.

With a thought, Luo Fei found himself standing in his own yard.

A faint smell of cooking oil wafted through the air—the aroma of food being cooked in the kitchen. The fumes drifted out of the kitchen window, mingling with the scent of scallions, and permeated the air.

Li Xiulan stood in the courtyard, holding a small bowl in her hand, which contained minced chicken breast.

She was bending over, searching for something among the rose bushes, calling softly, "Little White, Little White, time to eat! Delicious chicken breast!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally gentle, like she was calling a naughty child home for dinner.

The moment Luo Fei appeared in the yard carrying Xiao Bai, Li Xiulan hadn't noticed yet, but Xiao Bai made a sound first.

Its ears perked up sharply, its icy blue eyes lit up instantly, and a joyful voice echoed in its mind: "Time for rice!"

Luo Fei smiled helplessly and let go of her hand.

Xiao Bai immediately jumped down from his arms, landed lightly on the ground, and walked to Li Xiulan's feet with cat-like steps, rubbing its head against her trouser leg.

Li Xiulan looked down and saw Xiaobai at her feet. A gentle smile immediately appeared on her face. She squatted down, gently placed the bowl on the ground, and reached out to gently stroke Xiaobai's soft back: "Where did you run off to, you naughty little devil? The food is almost cold."

Little Bai ignored her scolding and focused on eating the chicken in his bowl, nodding his head as he ate with great relish.

Li Xiulan straightened up and then saw Luo Fei standing in the courtyard.

Her hand paused, hovering in mid-air, as if she hadn't quite reacted. After a few seconds, her mouth opened slightly, and a gentle smile instantly bloomed on her face. She simply said, "You're back? Wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

Luo Fei washed his hands and walked into the living room.

Luo Weidong was sitting on the sofa watching TV, with the volume turned very low.

He heard footsteps, turned around, and saw Luo Fei. His expression wasn't as varied as Li Xiulan's; he just twitched his lips and slightly raised his chin, saying, "You're back."

Then he turned back to watch TV.

For dinner, since Luo Ying and Zhao Lin had already started school and Luo Yumei was busy with company matters, the house was rather quiet. Li Xiulan simply prepared three dishes and a soup. Although simple, each dish was delicious and full of the flavors of home.

Luo Weidong ate very slowly, listening to the sounds from the television as he ate.

The evening news was playing on the television, with the anchor's calm voice reporting on the stability of the international situation, the deepening of cooperation among countries, and new progress in scientific and technological research.

Luo Weidong didn't look at the screen; he just listened quietly, occasionally picking up a piece of food with his chopsticks.

After the meal, Luo Fei helped Li Xiulan clear away the dishes and wiped the stove in the kitchen clean.

Li Xiulan stood beside him watching him wipe the stove, a slight smile playing on her lips, without saying a word.

She watched his back, at the blue and white gradient robe he wore, and at the starlight flowing on the hem.

She didn't ask where the clothes came from, because she knew that even if she asked, she might not understand her son's affairs. She just stood there, watching him wipe the stove clean, then fold the rag and hang it on the hook.

Luo Fei walked out of the kitchen, went upstairs, and had just returned to his room when his phone suddenly rang.

He picked up his phone, and the words "Old Wu" appeared on the screen. He quickly answered the call, and Old Wu's anxious, panting voice came through the receiver, breaking the silence of the room.

"Mr. Luo, something's happened! The experts who went into the tomb are in danger and trapped inside! I led a team to rescue them, but several of my colleagues were injured in the process. There are just too many and too densely packed traps inside, and they're designed in a very ingenious and bizarre way. We simply can't move forward, so we've had to retreat for now."

Old Wu paused, his voice tinged with seriousness: "The situation inside is currently unclear. The expert team's walkie-talkies are still working, but the signal is intermittent. They just said—several young students were seriously injured by the machinery while protecting the old professor, and their lives are in danger!"