Mao Tuan's eyes suddenly lit up, like two small lanterns ignited in the dark night. It let out an excited tiger roar and, with bouncy steps, approached the bandits step by step. Its sharp gaze swept over each of the bandits as if assessing which one's bones were the hardest.
The aura of extreme danger emanating from Mao Tuan caused each bandit its gaze touched to feel as if they would be pounced upon and pinned to the ground in the next moment, their flesh torn piece by piece by tiger claws to reveal chilling white bones. The mere thought of such a scene sent shivers down the bandits' spines, causing them to step back unconsciously in fear.
As if annoyed by Mao Tuan's slow pace, Mo Yan chided leisurely, "Hurry up, don't dawdle. We still need to go home and sleep!"
