Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

"Su...Brother Su..."

Jerry huddled behind Su Ming, his voice trembling like a phone on vibrate mode, "The indigenous people you're talking about, you don't mean naked cannibals with spears, do you? I'm actually half Native American, maybe we could sit down and have a cultural exchange, really!"

Su Ming ignored his nonsense.

He covered Jerry's incessantly chattering mouth and stared intently at the waist-high ferns in front of him.

His right hand gripped the cast-iron meat mallet, which was covered in flour and blood.

"Waaah!" Jerry's eyes darted around.

The sounds of wind and insects in the forest vanished instantly, leaving an eerie silence with only their heavy breathing remaining.

A strong, pungent smell of blood suddenly wafted over, making Ling Qiao's scalp tingle!

She could feel the girl on her back tremble violently, the fear that prey has innate towards its apex predator. The girl's thin, bony hands gripped Ling Qiao's tactical vest so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

"Splash!"

The fern was pried open by a huge claw.

The first thing to emerge was a huge head covered in black and yellow stripes. Its amber eyes gleamed with a cold phosphorescence in the moonlight, the pupils vertical, exuding a nonchalant killing intent.

This is a Bengal tiger.

But it was ridiculously large, with a shoulder height of at least 1.2 meters and thick, powerful limbs. Blood and bits of flesh still clung to its mouth, making it the undisputed king of the jungle, and in a raging state of "not being full yet."

"Oh my god! A tiger... why is there a tiger here? This doesn't make sense! The altitude and latitude here..." Jerry almost fainted on the spot.

The tiger's gaze swept over the crowd.

Finally, it landed on Jerry.

After all, among a group of people who were either menacing or on their deathbeds, this fat man, who exuded an aura of "high fat, intense fear, and easy to push over," was practically a walking buffet.

"roar……"

A low growl rolled out from its throat, making one's chest feel tight and causing the surrounding leaves to rustle.

"It has taken a liking to you," Su Ming said calmly.

"Why?!" Jerry broke down, lowering his voice to protest, "Captain Ling's flesh is firmer, and you look quite chewy too, why choose me? This isn't fair! This is racial discrimination against American citizens!"

Su Ming glanced at him: "Maybe it's because it thinks you're like an over-fermented hamburger, all juicy."

"I have high cholesterol, bro! It won't taste good!" Jerry cried.

Ling Qiao couldn't laugh at all at this moment.

A fierce tiger lies ahead, and pursuers are behind.

Just then, a sharp sound of a zipline scraping came from above the treetops behind them.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

Several dark figures slid down the rope at lightning speed; that was the vanguard of Venomous Fang.

The tiger's ears snapped back. It was enraged.

In its territory, these "monkeys" that seem to fall from the sky have appeared one after another, a provocation against the monarchy.

"The opportunity has arrived." Su Ming's eyes turned cold.

He raised the cast-iron meat hammer in his hand. This hammer had previously been used to smash mercenaries, and was now covered in flour paste and chili powder, emitting a strong and strange smell of blood.

"Jerry, take off your belt," Su Ming ordered.

"Huh?" Jerry clutched his crotch. "Bro, while I'm grateful you saved me, doing this at a time like this... isn't it a bit undignified?"

"Hurry up if you don't want to die!" Su Ming hissed.

Jerry jumped in fright and swiftly pulled out his belt and handed it over.

Su Ming snatched the belt, wrapped it around the handle of the meat hammer, and then swung it around twice in the air.

call--

The strange smell, a mixture of human blood, flour, and chili peppers, instantly filled the air. The tiger's nose twitched twice, and its gaze immediately locked onto the hammer in Su Ming's hand.

"Su Ming! What are you doing?" Ling Qiao cried out in terror, "You'll attract it here!"

"That's exactly what I want—for it to pounce on me."

Su Ming took a deep breath, his waist and stance became one, and the "Meteor Hammer" in his hand suddenly flew out!

The target is not a tiger.

Instead, it was the venomous fang henchman who had just landed right behind him and was frantically trying to untangle the hook!

"Catch!" Su Ming shouted.

The mercenary had barely steadied himself when he saw a dark, blurry object hurtling toward his face. Instinctively, he raised his hand to catch it.

"Smack."

The meat hammer landed steadily in his hand.

The mercenary was stunned: "???"

What's going on? Giving away equipment when you can't win? What kind of new way of surrendering is this?

Before he could react, the bushes in front of him exploded with a loud bang.

A yellow and black figure, carrying a bloody and furious aura, flew over Su Ming and the others, heading straight for the unlucky guy holding the "fragrant meat hammer".

Su Ming grabbed Jerry, who was still pulling up his pants, and shouted, "Run!"