From Patrolman to Hunting Squad

Over the next few days, Lin Mo followed the Wind-Breaking Squad, strictly adhering to the patrol routes, until he knew every inch of the so-called "safe zone" around Outpost No. 03 like the back of his hand.

He could practically recite the locations of every small hill, every dried-up riverbed, and every area where Iron-Toothed Rats loved to burrow.

The initial sense of novelty quickly faded, replaced by an increasingly intense feeling of stifling frustration.

Every day was the same: get in the vehicle, patrol, get out, observe tracks, and occasionally drive away or kill one or two oblivious low-level beast soldiers (like Hard-Skinned Wild Boars or Long-Haired Rabbits), then return to the outpost. The routine was maddeningly predictable.

This isn't right! The vibe is all wrong! Where was the intense hunting I was promised? Where was the blood-pumping combat? Where was the dazzling "buffet" of prey? Why does it feel like... I'm just working a job again?! I've just gone from a working tiger to a patrolling working tiger?!

He looked at the low-level beast soldiers he had killed, his heart completely unmoved; he even felt like yawning. The energy and life essence provided by these "ingredients" were merely a drop in the bucket for his current Advanced Beast Soldier strength. As for talents? Don't even think about it. It felt like a waste of time just to devour them.

This is bad, really bad! I've been scammed! That thick-browed, big-eyed Wang Feng tricked me! This isn't the strongest mobile force; it's clearly the strongest patrol squad! I came here to hunt and get stronger, not to be a security guard captain!

This "office job" feeling made him feel completely out of sorts. He, Lin Mo, was destined to be the overlord who would roar through the mountains and devour the starry sky. How could he be trapped in this "safe zone" of a dozen kilometers, repeating work that held no challenge?

No! Absolutely not! The status quo had to change!

After the patrol ended that day, instead of heading straight to his "private room" as usual, Lin Mo nudged Wang Keke's back with his head, pushing her toward the dormitory.

"Mimi, what's wrong? Are you hungry? The cafeteria will be open soon," Wang Keke asked, puzzled.

Lin Mo shook his head vigorously, emitting a rapid purr from his throat, his eyes filled with the seriousness of a "tiger with important business to discuss."

Back in Wang Keke's dormitory, Lin Mo sat in the middle of the living room, blocking the door, and began to clumsily scratch at the floor with his claws. He first drew a circle to represent the outpost, then drew a few small dots outside the circle, smashed them with his paw, and then drew a few much larger dots pointing toward the distance, finally looking at Wang Keke with expectant eyes.

Wang Keke tilted her head for a long time before tentatively asking, "Are you saying... the patrol is boring? You want to fight bigger monsters?"

"Roar!" Lin Mo nodded heavily, his tiger face filled with the relief of "you finally understand."

That's right! I want to take down the big guys! Cleaning up trash around here is just a waste of life, a waste of equipment, and a waste of my talent!

Wang Keke looked troubled. "But Uncle Thirteen said we have to prioritize safety and stay on the patrol route..."

Lin Mo immediately made a look of "contempt," tapped the expensive Dark Gold Armor on his body with his claw, waved his sharp, claw-gloved paws to show off his strong wings, and finally pointed toward the direction where the Wind-Breaking Squad lived.

Safety? With me here, with this divine gear, and with the professional thugs of the Wind-Breaking Squad, as long as we don't run into a Lord Rank, where can't we go? Uncle Thirteen is just too cautious! We need to take the initiative!

He continued to gesture, making a "gather" sign, then pointed into the distance and mimed a big, hearty meal.

Wang Keke understood. "You want... us to organize a team and go out hunting proactively? Not on the patrol route, but in more dangerous areas?"

"Roar-woo!" Lin Mo let out an excited low growl, his tail happily slapping the ground.

Yes, yes, yes! That's it! Establish the 'Lin Mo Hunting Special Task Force'! Target: Advanced Beast Soldiers, or even Beast General Rank monsters! To hell with that damn patrol mission!

Watching the fire burning in Lin Mo's eyes, Wang Keke was infected by his emotions. She actually felt that patrolling all day was boring, and she longed for real combat to test the results of her cultivation. She thought for a moment and said, "Alright, I'll go talk to Uncle Thirteen. But we need a detailed plan; we can't just act recklessly. We can try hunting in areas where the outpost's surveillance is relatively weak but where we have confirmed activity of high-value targets."

Lin Mo nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

A plan? No problem! Let the professionals in the Wind-Breaking Squad handle that! I'll just point the way—wherever there's 'good food,' that's where we go!

Consequently, Wang Keke found Wang Feng and tactfully presented the idea (mostly Lin Mo's), emphasizing that they had sufficient strength and hoped that, in addition to completing basic patrol tasks, they could engage in more challenging proactive hunting, which would both train the team and secure more high-end resources for the outpost.

Wang Feng looked at Lin Mo, who wore an expression that screamed "I'm going," then looked at his determined niece, and finally at Aunt Zhang and the Wind-Breaking Squad, who were silent but clearly prepared. He pondered for a moment.

He knew well that a fierce tiger could not be kept in a cage forever, even if it were a gilded one. Appropriate risk and pressure were the catalysts for growth.

"Fine," Wang Feng finally relented. "I can allow you to conduct proactive hunting. But you must adhere to the following points: First, you must report the detailed hunting area, target estimates, and action plan to me before every operation; second, you must carry the highest-power distress signal transmitter and keep communication open; third, once you encounter force majeure or danger exceeding your estimates, you must immediately abandon the mission and retreat at full speed; fourth, you must complete at least two basic patrol missions per week."

"No problem! Thank you, Uncle Thirteen!" Wang Keke agreed happily.

Lin Mo also let out a satisfied low growl, effectively accepting these "unequal treaties."

Deal! As long as I get to hunt, any condition is fine! The days of the working tiger are finally over! The legend of the hunting tiger officially begins!

Emerging from the commander's office, Lin Mo felt the sky was bluer, the wind was clearer, and even the smell of machine oil in the outpost seemed more pleasant. He marched proudly toward the Wind-Breaking Squad's barracks, ready to convene the first operational meeting of the "Lin Mo Hunting Special Task Force."

In his mind, he had already begun to screen his first unlucky "feast" target. Should he go to the Black Wind Valley in the east to find that pack of annoying Gale Wolves? Or head to the swamp in the west to meet that Horned Forest Python rumored to have Beast General Rank potential?

Hehehe, little darlings, don't be impatient, Tiger King Daddy is coming!