"Blackie, put the gun away." Chen Yang wiped the sweat off his forehead and said softly.
The tense Blackie heard this, hesitated for a moment, and looked at Chen Yang in confusion: "Yang Zi, what did you say? Put the gun down?"
"Yeah, put it down. I'll handle this guy. It won't hurt anyone, and it's not easy to catch one this big. Don't waste it." Chen Yang nodded calmly.
Blackie's expression was suddenly shocked upon realizing that he truly was being asked to put down his gun.
Everyone around him, big eyes staring at small eyes, couldn't believe it.
"Listen to Yang Zi, put it down. Trust he can handle this tiger. Didn't Yang Zi catch one a while ago?" Seeing Blackie hesitate to put down the gun, Old Sun spoke out to persuade.
Blackie and the others only reacted after hearing this.
To them, tigers were terrifying beasts, but to Chen Yang, they weren't that scary.
"Alright."
With this in mind, Blackie slowly put down the gun.
