Zhao Ya naturally understood that these were just excuses to fool children.
This man clearly wanted to monopolize the tiger and deliberately found such a lame excuse.
Zhao Ya showed no fear; instead, he sneered coldly.
"Oh, you say the tiger is yours, so it's yours? If you want it, come and take it yourself."
"Huang, what are you wasting words on this brat for? Just kill him off!" said an impatient man holding a pure steel hunting fork.
Huang Cai hesitated for a moment.
Because he felt the boiling Qi Blood in Zhao Ya's body.
Moreover, he hadn't lied about one thing—he had indeed been secretly observing Zhao Ya hunting the tiger.
He originally planned to approach Zhao Ya by pretending camaraderie, then launch a sneak attack.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Ya was highly vigilant, and he couldn't get close at all. Helplessly, he let his companion show up, hoping to scare Zhao Ya away this way.
