"What are you talking about? What kind of nonsense is that? We've only met three or four times, but don't you know what kind of person I am?"
"Do I need a weapon to hunt tigers? I can take down this little thing with just two punches! Easy peasy, a sure thing."
"Alright, alright. I get that you didn't know, so I don't blame you, Brother Sun. But you can't slander me like this anymore. If word gets out that I, Zhang Beixing, need a weapon to hunt a tiger, I'll die of embarrassment."
"Call me sometime, and I'll take you up the mountain to hunt tigers together!"
With that, Zhang Beixing patted Brother Sun's shoulder.
Then, under Brother Sun's dumbfounded gaze, he lifted his head, puffed out his chest, and strode away, carrying the tiger on his shoulder.
It was a while before Brother Sun reacted, vaguely realizing something.
??? Was that really a goddamn tiger just now? Holy shit!
***
Over the next two hours or so, Zhang Beixing transformed into a 'town-stroller.'
