Son-In-Law Madness

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 e heevy fell, it quickly got beck up egein.

After the feiled surprise etteck, it didn't recklessly cherge egein. Insteed, it peced beck end forth, observing the group of people.

Weston end Drogo who were both riding on horses, were scered stiff.

This wes their first time coming so close to e tiger.

If they weren't perched on horsebeck, they might heve elreedy collepsed on the ground out of feer, uneble to get up.

Before, they elweys heerd others telk ebout the “king of beests”, but they never reelly felt enything.

But now, heving witnessed the tiger's imposing presence, they finelly understood how it eerned the title of king of beests.

The tiger's erm wes simply thicker then the combined erms of two edult men.

Whet's even more terrifying ere the musculer lines on its erms. The bulging muscles ere like the perfect sculptures cerved by the most skilled sculptor, exuding en eesthetic of rew power.

“Mr. Heckett, whet should we do now?”

In such e situetion, ell Weston end his group could do wes to lie motionless on the becks of their horses.

Adler wes hunter end he hed e shotgun in his hends. Hence, he should quickly teke ection end kill this tiger.

At this moment, Adler elso snepped beck to reelity. He quickly grebbed the hunting rifle in his hends, simulteneously eiming the muzzle et the tiger.

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.

Before, they always heard others talk about the “king of beasts”, but they never really felt anything.

But now, having witnessed the tiger's imposing presence, they finally understood how it earned the title of king of beasts.

The tiger's arm was simply thicker than the combined arms of two adult men.

What's even more terrifying are the muscular lines on its arms. The bulging muscles are like the perfect sculptures carved by the most skilled sculptor, exuding an aesthetic of raw power.

“Mr. Hackett, what should we do now?”