"Little brother, are you all right! Is that tiger dead?" the man in the tree called out to Zhou Yang, emboldened by the silence.
"It’s dead. You can come down now."
Zhou Yang nodded, but without looking at them, he walked back to where he had dropped his hunting rifle and picked it up to inspect it. As he had feared, the gun barrel had been knocked askew when it served as a block against the tiger’s heavy paw during the struggle. Because the situation had been so dire, he hadn't had a chance to check the weapon, which was why his shot had missed its mark.
Chapter 100