Zhang Beixing asked.
The other end of the phone fell silent. The operator seemed dumbfounded by Zhang Beixing's words.
It took her a while to recover. Then, in a sweet voice, she asked, "Mr. Zhang, perhaps you misspoke due to nervousness? Did you mean to say you found traces of a tiger?"
"No. Why would I bother finding traces of that thing? I actually caught it. Aren't you supposed to send someone to pick it up? When I fought it bare-handed, I might have hit it a bit too hard. It's badly injured. If it doesn't get treatment soon, it'll probably kick the bucket in a couple of days."
Zhang Beixing glanced at the miserably beaten tiger in the cage as he spoke.
The operator on the other end remained unfazed. "Heh heh, Mr. Zhang, you certainly have a sense of humor. Ordinary people can't handle a regular tiger, not even a juvenile one, let alone bare-handed. You must be a big fan of Wu Song."
