When the two of them arrived at Zhao Kuazi's house, they just happened to bump into Lizheng, who had just come out.
"Zhao Zhan, you're back?" Yang Lizheng grabbed Zhao Zhan's wrist as if he had found his pillar of support. "There's a tiger on the mountain. What should we do? If this tiger goes down the mountain and tramples the village to hurt our people, it'll really be fatal."
His brows furrowed in worry as he looked at Zhao Zhan. "Do you have any idea on how to defeat it?"
"Lizheng, tigers don't hold grudges like wolves."
Zhao Zhan wasn't too sure either when he said that.
Logically speaking, tigers would never follow their enemy's scent to settle the score. However, knowing that Zhao Kuazi had run into the tiger at the entrance of his cave…
