Chen Ying scanned the surroundings cautiously, only to inadvertently lock eyes with a pair of brown pupils.
His soul almost left his body.
Tiger, a live tiger!
The tiger didn't linger for long, glancing at Chen Ying before bounding into the jungle and disappearing without a trace.
Chen Ying almost recklessly chased after it, but luckily, his backpack strap tripped him, jolting him awake.
"Damn it, didn't get a shot!"
He pounded the ground angrily, almost wanting to howl in frustration.
This was the first time he'd seen a tiger in the wild with his own eyes. Although it was just a fleeting glimpse and he hadn't had time to analyze what species it was, he leaned towards believing it was a South China tiger deep down.
As he watched evidence that could prove the existence of wild South China tigers drift before his eyes, Chen Ying couldn't help but shed manly tears.