Panic

That gave Zhang Yang an idea. Zhang Xin'ai had said they should fight.

"We could, but can you beat them?"

Zhang Yang had no experience dealing with tigers, either. One careless move, and he could die in front of the temple.

"The knife."

Zhang Yang had never expected danger, so he had brought no weapon. Only Zhang Xin'ai carried a short knife. As the man, he thought it would be better in his hands.

"It's our only weapon!"

Zhang Xin'ai was reluctant. It was her only means of self-defense. If she gave it to Zhang Yang, she would have to face the tigers with her bare hands.

"I'll protect you!"

A man ought to act like one. Zhang Xin'ai froze. There was nothing wrong with what Zhang Yang had said, but would a predator without human feelings see things the same way?

The world had gone mad. It seemed to have changed overnight. Now three tigers had appeared out of nowhere to block their path.

Since Zhang Yang had offered to protect her, Zhang Xin'ai let herself shelter behind him, one of the few times in her life she had been protected. She gripped his clothes tightly, afraid of losing that protection.

Everyone had moments like this, especially when faced with someone stronger than themselves.

Zhang Xin'ai silently accepted his protection, and Zhang Yang took responsibility for it.

Humans and animals differed in fundamental ways, including sight and smell...

And compared with certain animals, humans were clearly at a disadvantage when it came to smell.

The air was already thick with blood, but now it carried a trace of human scent. Without needing to look, the three tigers turned and fixed their eyes on Zhang Yang and Zhang Xin'ai behind him.

"Go! Hurry!"

Zhang Yang kept his eyes on the