"Haha, mission accomplished!"
The hunter walked over, his figure was burly, surprisingly over two meters, and when his huge feet landed on the ground, there was an instant sensation of tremor.
Betsy noticed that Gesler was injured by arrows and couldn't help but cast a hateful gaze towards him.
The tall hunter first picked up a rope, tied a knot, and looped it around Gesler's neck, then quickly hoisted the corpse of the fallen white tiger onto his shoulder.
It was clear his arm strength was incredible, being able to carry such a large tiger, Betsy forcibly blocked his path without a second thought.
The hunter slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, I nearly forgot there's still a horse."
He put down the white tiger, and then took out another rope, tied a knot, and aimed it at Betsy.
Betsy hesitated, she originally wanted to dodge, but if she escaped, her brother would still fall into the hunter's hands.
