After apologizing with a smile, he quickly jogged towards the back——the Tibetan Mastiff that was previously being led by the staff towards this direction, now completely stopped heading this way.
Chen Yingjun walked over, and Er Bao whispered, "Brother Jun, something's not right. These tigers definitely have seen blood before. I've seen real wild Northeast tigers in my younger years, and none of them had the evil spirits as strong as these, especially the largest one. Black Lion is no match for them; it's likely to be knocked down as soon as it goes in, and whether it survives will depend on if the tigers show any mercy."
