As soon as Adler finished speaking, the horse beneath him suddenly stopped moving.
With a frown, Adler flicked the whip at the horse's rump. To his surprise, the horse neighed in pain, raised its hoof, but stubbornly remained in place.
Not only was Adler's horse like this, but even the horses of Weston and Drogo were the same.
“What's going on? Mr. Hackett, are your horses sick?”
“Bullsh*t, I've been taking meticulous care of these horses. They can't be even if you're sick.”
Adler was quite confident in his horse, so he was puzzled, unsure of what was actually going on.
At that moment, Donald massaged his temples and said, “Mr. Hackett, I don't know whether to say you're lucky or unlucky. You'd better get ready.”
“Get ready? Ready for what?”
Adler was looking at Donald with a puzzled expression, when suddenly, a dark shadow lunged at him from the nearby bushes.
Adler who was riding on the horse, was completely dumbfounded.
A gaping maw, blood-red, gradually enlarged in his field of vision. Adler's first thought was that he was done for.
Bang!
A tiger's roar jolted Adler back to reality from the shock.
He looked closely and found that the tiger lunging at him was actually kicked away directly by Donald.
The tiger never expected that such a seemingly frail person could possess such leg strength.
After a heavy fall, it quickly got back up again.
After the failed surprise attack, it didn't recklessly charge again. Instead, it paced back and forth, observing the group of people.
Weston and Drogo who were both riding on horses, were scared stiff.
This was their first time coming so close to a tiger.
If they weren't perched on horseback, they might have already collapsed on the ground out of fear, unable to get up.
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