1422. A Gun
"Zabu of Centipede Cave, Qiannan Road," Zabu asked with some concern, "are you sure you'll be all right, Li Bai?"
Although Doctor Li's record included Old Lady Green Tiger of the Five Elder Peaks, who was skilled at commanding snakes, this was Africa. What if the snakes here, with their many different species, refused to cooperate?
Even with antidotes, getting bitten a few times by those tiny, nail-like fangs would be a terrible trade-off.
With so many snakes down there, he'd probably get bitten more than a few times.
"A man doesn't say he can't do it!"
Li Bai waved a hand and continued toward the edge of the pit.
"Wait, wait! I'll find you a rope. If things go wrong, we can pull you right back up!"
Lu Sanhu, Uncle Biao of Shuangyashan, Wujiang, looked around for a suitable rope, one long enough to help Li Bai climb down—or pull him back up if necessary.
"Wait, what are you doing?"
The animal protectionists who had been watching them closely sensed something was wrong and hurried to their feet again.
"Everybody, see you in a bit!"
Li Bai turned around, hopped backward lightly, and vanished from everyone's sight.
"Ah! H-he—he went down!"
Ye Tong pointed at the edge of the pit where Li Bai had disappeared, unable to get the words out.
He had watched the man jump down with his own eyes. The guy had some seriously oversized balls!
"He should be—probably—hopefully—fine!"
Zabu had faith in Li Bai, but he was still a little worried.
It was the one-in-a-million chance that scared you.
"Of course he's fine, Little Tusi. You're overthinking it!"
Lu Sanhu's faith in Li Bai was unshakable. He had managed to pull a rope more than twenty meters long from the roadside barrier,