Tiger, I rejected the iron rice bowl.

Fan Zhengcheng and the people around him were indeed startled by his sudden action, and instinctively retreated, with some even reaching for their sidearms at their waists.

Just as Wang Yuyu's claws were about to hit the ground, he suddenly turned around and flew off like a yellow lightning bolt, rushing into the tent behind him in less than three seconds, leaving a group of people stunned and unable to react.

Fan Zhengcheng was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head and teasing, "This little guy is really a cunning tiger! He actually tried to use a feint attack on me!"

He turned to look at the large iron cage that had been pushed in front of him, waved his hand helplessly, and said to the staff, "Take it back. If you don't like the iron rice bowl, don't force yourself to stay."

In fact, he had noticed the resistance and fear in Wang Yuyu's eyes when she saw the iron cage, but as the person in charge of this operation, he could not abandon safety measures based solely on his own judgment.

Leaving a wild Siberian tiger in the camp without any protection is irresponsible to everyone else in the camp, as well as to Wang Yuyu himself.

Now it's all good. Wang Yuyu has crawled into the tent himself. As long as someone is sent to guard outside the tent, it can ensure its safety and prevent it from disturbing others. It's a win-win solution.

Fan Zhengcheng looked around and asked loudly, "Whose tent is this?"

"It's ours!" Three policewomen in the crowd raised their hands with bitter faces, their eyes filled with tears.

That was where they rested, but now it's been taken over by a tiger, and they don't even dare to go near it.

Fan Zhengcheng was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but swear, laughing as he said, "They really know how to pick a damn spot!"

He walked up to the three policewomen, his tone a mix of apology and joke: "Could you please make do with the others tonight?"

"Otherwise... you'll just have to share a tent with those who have stable jobs?"

Upon hearing this, the three policewomen were so frightened that they immediately shook their heads vigorously, swallowed hard, and hurriedly said, "No need, no need! Captain, let's squeeze in with the others! We won't disturb your job!"

Just kidding, they wouldn't dare share a tent with a Siberian tiger weighing over 300 kilograms.

"Okay!" Fan Zhengcheng nodded and readily agreed. "I'll have someone send you a new tent when it gets light. Please bear with it for now."

"Thank you, Captain!" The three policewomen quickly expressed their gratitude, finally relieved.

As long as you don't have to sleep with a tiger, squeezing in is no big deal.

Inside the tent, Wang Yuyu completely ignored the commotion outside, remaining at the tent entrance the entire time, her amber eyes peering through the cracks, vigilantly observing every move outside.

When he saw several heavily armed police officers forming a circle around the tent, showing no intention of coming in to drive him away, his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"It seems that Fan Zhengcheng is a reliable guy and doesn't intend to kick me out."

Wang Yu thought to herself, "As long as I stay in this tent and don't go out, with these police officers guarding it, those with ulterior motives can't get in. For now, I'm safe."

He then turned around and curiously looked around the tent.

The tent wasn't large, but everything inside was neatly arranged: three sleeping bags were laid out on the ground, three small backpacks were piled in the corner, and several neatly folded women's clothes were draped nearby. A faint fragrance wafted in the air, clearly indicating that it was the temporary residence of the three policewomen.

After a whole night of travel and a rapid trek of nearly 20 kilometers along mountain roads, Wang Yuyu was utterly exhausted.

Now that I'm in a safe environment, the drowsiness that had been building up for so long suddenly comes rushing in.

He stretched out with a big yawn, his massive body stretching out and creating a gentle breeze. Then, carefully avoiding the small bags, he lay down directly on the soft sleeping bag in the middle, rested his head on his paws, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

Before long, the sound of snoring could be heard coming from inside the tent.

The snoring sound carried through the tent fabric, much to the delight of the researchers guarding outside.

Several young researchers were so excited they almost jumped up, their faces beaming with barely suppressed excitement as they whispered among themselves:

"My God! It's snoring! This means that in the mind of this 'iron rice bowl' (a metaphor for a secure job), our campsite and this tent are safe places! It completely trusts us!"

"This is so rare! The 'iron rice bowl' policy is really clever!"

A female researcher exclaimed in admiration, "It must have known that Liu Family Village was nearby, which is why it ran so desperately this way. It's actively seeking help!"

"In all my years of researching Siberian tigers, I've never seen a tiger so intelligent and understanding!"

"Exactly!" the researcher next to him chimed in. "Do you think its intelligence might be related to its size, which is far beyond that of tigers of the same age?"

"With such a large body, its brain capacity is probably larger than that of an average tiger, so its intelligence would naturally be higher!"

"That's possible!" A researcher adjusted his glasses, a thoughtful glint in his eyes. "If we can figure out the connection, we might achieve a major breakthrough in Siberian tiger conservation and research, maybe even win a major award!"

The researchers became more and more excited as they talked, and couldn't help but move forward, wanting to get closer to the tent.

Upon seeing this, the police officers guarding outside the tent quickly stepped forward to stop them, sternly reminding them, "Gentlemen, don't get too close!"

"The 'iron rice bowl' has just been through a shock, and its vigilance hasn't completely faded. If you disturb it, it might get angry, and no one can stop it! Everyone, retreat to the safety line!"

The excited researchers snapped out of their daze after being reminded by the police, and quickly stopped and took a few steps back.

Although still excited, he dared not approach rashly and could only watch from a distance, carefully listening to the peaceful snoring coming from inside the tent.

Night fell quickly, and a faint pale light soon appeared on the eastern horizon. The dim light pierced through the dense forest branches and cast sparse shadows on the snow.

Deep in the dense forest, Zhang Baohai, gazing at the gradually brightening sky, suddenly raised his hand and called out to his younger brother, who was still rushing forward: "Baotian, don't go any further!"

Zhang Baotian paused, reluctantly turning back to look at the hoofprints left by Wang Yuyu on the snow. The trail of marks stretched deep into the dense forest, as if mocking his pursuit.

"Brother, let's look again!"

He rubbed his hands, which were red from the cold, and said with unwavering determination, "We've chased them for almost ten kilometers! An ordinary Siberian tiger only travels about twenty kilometers in one night, and we've already covered half the distance. If we just keep going, we might catch up!"

With a million-dollar bounty right in front of him, he really couldn't bear to give it up.