Chapter 2041 — The Lion King
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"Uncle Yan, help! What is wrong with this tiger? Is it not domesticated? Why is it suddenly biting people?" Only now did Zhang Duopan know fear. Cold sweat sprang out all over his back. He could not for the life of him imagine why this tiger, which had never hurt anyone before, should suddenly wish him harm.
Could it be that when the tamer had made it frighten Bai Weituo earlier, it had stirred up the beast's savage nature? At present, that seemed the only explanation—otherwise, why would the tiger's temper have turned so abruptly?
Uncle Yan and the tamer were just as baffled. By rights, this tiger should not attack people. Why had it suddenly lunged at Zhang Duopan as though it had caught sight of an enemy? And thank heavens Zhang Duopan had run fast... no, wait—why did the tiger's leg look injured?
How had it been hurt? When had it been hurt? Could the injury be what had made the tiger so savage?
"Woo—woo—aow—aow—" The tamer kept up a stream of beast-cries that the tiger could understand, trying to stop the maddened animal, but the tiger seemed deaf to it all, charging at Zhang Duopan like one possessed...
The young mistress cast Wei Zhao a thoughtful glance, while Xiaoshu clapped her hands and laughed, eager for any chaos: "Haha, my stand-in bro is practically turning into Prophet Shu! Truly amazing. The tiger really did go mad—and sure enough, some people really are brain-dead!"
Bai Weituo, too, was secretly gratified and called out in mockery: "Zhang Duopan, Brother Lin was quite right. Even a domesticated tiger may bite. A man like you is not brave—he is arrogant. Downright brain-dead!"
He Meiyue, at that moment, frowned and shook her head, sighing inwardly that Zhang Duopan really was no good. How could he do something so dangerous and so conceited? Thank heavens the tiger had not gone mad earlier; otherwise it might well have hurt her!
Even Bai Weituo had nearly been hurt by the tiger!
"Help..." Zhang Duopan wailed piteously.
Fan Ganhe was anxious but did not dare step forward to help—it was a tiger they were facing, after all. He did not fancy himself a Wu Song, with the prowess to do anything about a tiger, so he could only fret helplessly...
"Bang..." A gunshot—the tamer had fired. He had produced a tranquilizer gun from somewhere and shot at the maddened tiger; after the shot the beast staggered twice, then toppled where it stood, clearly unconscious...
"Whew..." The tamer let out a breath of relief. If anything had happened to Zhang Duopan, he would have borne a great share of the blame. Uncle Yan breathed easier as well, cursing his luck inwardly—for a domesticated tiger to go mad was about as likely as winning the lottery...
Seeing the tiger fall, Zhang Duopan finally could hold out no longer. He dropped to the ground, gasping for breath, his head drenched in sweat...
"Scared me to death... scared me to death..." Zhang Duopan no longer cared about face. When your life was nearly gone, what use was face?
Fan Ganhe hurried over and helped Zhang Duopan up, while Uncle Yan was deeply embarrassed: "Young Master Zhang, this... no one could have known the tiger would suddenly go mad..."
"I know. It is not your fault..." Zhang Duopan waved a hand, his expression ugly. He had lost face thoroughly this time. He had meant to give Bai Weituo a fright, and in the end he was the one left badly frightened.
"Let us go. Let us look at something else. This tiger is nothing interesting." Wei Zhao said mildly: "I told you—tigers are prone to going mad. You did not believe me."
"Hmph! That was merely an accident!" Zhang Duopan said. "Let us go see the lions. So much for the tiger—all that ferocity, and one shot finished it!"
Bai Weituo and the others did not answer, but their contempt for Zhang Duopan only grew; and in He Meiyue's eyes, her impression of him dwindled by the moment. The man was nothing but a somewhat arrogant fop of a young master—hardly a suitable match.