A more robust redbud tree stretches its branches and leaves, and the green light that spills out of its body feeds back into the forest that provides it.

Trees made the forest, and the forest allowed animals to flourish.

The birth of a high-level mutated plant brought about the revelry of this forest area, and Reno, who had grown up crawling around in the forest, felt the joy of the woods.

"Oh." Miss Photographer looked surprised at the butterfly resting on her finger, "It's not afraid of me?"

"Because the forest accepts you." Reno pulled down his hat to shield his eyes: they were already tainted with the scent that belonged to the forest, accepted by this area.

The forest keepers who walked around the forest all year could do it, they could blend their presence into the woods, but it took a long time.

It was subtle, but the entire forest rejected their breath when they first came in. The frequency of their breathing, scent, and moving were all out of place in their environment.

All the plants and animals in the forest knew they were outsiders.

Back then, they would instinctively fear the forest because they knew that this forest might bring them death.

But now, things were different.

"Let's go, go find the tiger." An Yinong touched the trunk of the red bean tree and turned his head to leave the area.

Reynolds and Miss Photographer went after him. They wanted to ask but needed to figure out what they should ask. Everything was like a dream, that long-lost clarity of a child's heart returned to their bodies, and they even believed once again that fairy tales existed.

But by the time they began approaching the tiger, this fairy-tale feeling of ease and comfort left. The birds and beasts of the forest were cautious. Their reactions all said two words - danger.

They hadn't seen it yet, nor had they noticed the footprints and scent it had left behind, but they were already feeling the creeps, the little bumps on their bodies jumping up and dancing on the surface of their skin.

Reno looked over at Yinong, wondering if he could maintain the same calmness he had at first when faced with this environment. Yes, he still had that little bit of questioning, questioning that An Yinong could do all of this because of the golden finger that fell from the sky, his supernatural ability.

And An Yinong didn't notice Reno's questioning, and he was approaching the tiger hidden in the forest.

"Ow-" When its sports car engine-like roar sounded, the crowd realized it - the tiger had been perched on the black rocks, but before they all 'ignored' the piece.

It was part of the tiger's ability to make its presence invisible.

Reno took a step back and tried to warn Yinong, who was too close, but Yinong, who had his back turned to him, seemed to know his warning, and while his head did not return, his hand was raised, imploring them to calm down.

The mutated tiger was too close, and when it stood up, it was like a murderous mountain that made it impossible to keep one's sanity. Reno's heart was beating fast, and his breathing became rapid as he stared intently at the tiger above him. All it had to do was make a flying lunge, and it could have torn An Yinong apart right in front of him.

But it didn't.

"Ow-ow-ow-ow," it stormed around that rock and turned its head to roar at Yinong: How can you side with these evil two-legged beasts?

The angry tiger's face resembled Sting's when he was aggravated, to be angry, but also to expect a bit of coaxing from him. It just refused to put that expectation on display and had to cover itself with a bad temper.

Simply put, the feline family, whether a big cat or a small cat, are all arrogant and passed down from their ancestors.

A ray of light pierced through the dense canopy of trees more than ten meters high, hitting the mutant tiger's body, its orange-red eyes almost purified by the light.

An Yinong's hand reached out, his fingertips passing through the light and slowly falling onto the tiger's head amidst Reno's heartbeat, which was tense.

"Sorry for being late."

The headquarters of the Mutant Animal Management Association.

"I wonder how it's going there."

"Looking at the time, they shouldn't have encountered the mutant tiger yet. When they meet the mutant tiger and have recorded the basic situation, they will send us a message."

This mutated tiger was related to their South China Mutant Animal Layout, and everyone in the association was concerned about it.

The Tiger and Leopard Park originally had a signal. Still, it was unknown which animal or plant mutated with the ability to interfere with human movements, and as a result, it wasn't easy to make a satellite phone call, not to mention the live broadcast.

So these few people had to wait until they were out of the Tiger and Leopard Park before sending a message to this side.

They didn't consider the situation; all three people died inside and couldn't send a message. After all, these three people can protect themselves and can't escape one by one.

To rule mutated animals with mutated animals is the policy of the upper head. There is so much to let the animals self-governance, and human beings do not interfere with each other's meaning.

However, humans made this decision not for the sake of the animals but for the sake of humans themselves. So the highest-level mutant animals in these territories must be under the association's management. There has to be a tacit understanding between them.

It's exactly like when the Prince of Zhou controlled the vassals.

Of course, it wouldn't be as precise as this. Mutant animals with high IQs were still higher than a top human team. So they can ensure that they stay in their territory and keep each other safe and sound.

The land 'vassal kings' that they have now achieved a preliminary tacit understanding with are the mutant king butterfly in the southwest, the leader of the elephant herd, the white yak in the northwest, and the snow leopard ...... there are about seven of them.

The ones in the sea have not been contacted for the time being.

And this mutant tiger is the northeastern 'vassal king' they are looking at!

Why? Because there are three other mutant tigers with almost the same ability, if there is no more of this, the three mutant tigers have virtually the same capacity, and no one will obey anyone. This tiger and leopard garden will become a bulk tiger and leopard garden and a security risk.

And barring that, to become the 'Lords and Lords', those three tigers need to be qualified, this is more or less the same, mutation level and ability.

"Also, don t know the druid ......"

Before he finished his sentence, his cell phone rang. It was a video call from Reno.

I can't believe we're leaving Tiger and Leopard Park so soon.

The president turned on his cell phone and had the image transposed to the big screen, but instead of Reno, or the other two, what came out was a tiger with narrowed eyes and a scrutinizing face.

"Ow-" it growled, ringing the ears of the crowd and nearly shattering the glass in the conference room.

"It's like this." A hand reached out and laboriously pushed the tiger away from the camera, revealing the face of a good-looking young man, none other than the outside help they'd hired.

"Inside what," the youth seemed to meet with a conundrum as he hesitated and turned the camera around to focus on a freshly bitten pheasant, "this was killed by a tiger, but we brought the tiger here. This shouldn't count as wildlife hunting, right?"

"It doesn't count, but you can't eat it either. It's okay for the tiger but not for you to eat it."

The president subconsciously replied and then couldn't help but add, "And wild mountain chickens aren't as tasty as farmed mountain chickens. Think about it, farmed mountain chickens are farmed toward 'deliciousness,' and wild ones run all over the mountain. How hard must the meat be to chew?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" The vice president desperately coughed. A few staff members in the conference room also silently bowed their heads lest they burst out laughing.

"Hey, got carried away by you. Is this still in Tiger and Leopard Park? How come there's a signal?"

"The mutant plant that blocks the signal was found; that's it." An Yinong waved with a pine tree with no other characteristics besides being tall and looking flat, "Come on, say hello."

The pine tree barely moved, even as a greeting.

When it moved, the crowd realized that quite a few tiny animal corpses were hanging from its branches. Good guy, it was still a Burrowing Bird of the plant world, a little meat-hanging master.

"This is a carnivorous plant."

I am seeing it.

"It's mutated in a somewhat unusual direction, a bit of a tinker to electromagnetism, and can mimic the pheromones of some animals to attract them during courtship."

"Specifically, you guys can get an expert to come over and study it again. Of course, this research has to be voluntary on its part." An Yinong patted the pine tree's trunk, "Bring some nutrient soil when you come. It's still very nice to talk to."

The pine tree 'kindly' shook the tree full of corpses.

Crowd: ...... This one looked different from it.

"I brought Tiger here just so the signal could be reconnected, and I'll talk to you guys about the scene."

That's when Reno and Ms. Cameraman came out on camera. They were standing far away and obviously couldn't make short-distance contact with Tiger.

"I've already communicated with the tiger. It's hostile to humans because poachers once hunted it, leaving a bullet in its body."

At this time, An Yinong showed another deformed bullet shell with fresh blood, "I have removed it. But its wariness and resistance to humans can't be relieved for a while. This you guys have to understand too."

"Understood." Although the crowd felt that An Yinong's tone was strange, as if he had expelled himself from the human race and stood in a neutral position, they were still the first to express their understanding.

"At the same time, Tiger also said that for the time being, he has no intention of leaving this place to develop elsewhere, and he will not continue expanding his territory. The food here is sufficient, and the weather is good. It's not that cold, and it's delighted."

An Yinong reached out and scratched the tiger's head, giving it a scratch the 'king' character on its head. "The only thing it's worried about right now is that it's about to reach adulthood, and it still can't find the object of its desire to leave behind strong offspring."

The crowd in the conference room looked at the tiger's head, which was as big as a coffee table against the hand, "Do we have any here ......"

"No, don't think about it. Not that big to put together a pair." The person in charge, who knew the information about the mutant animals under his hand well, raised his glasses and refused to be an animal redneck.

"Breeding offspring are put aside beforehand, and mutant animals have a long lifespan. President, do you all have any conditions you want to talk to Tiger about? I can help convey that."

The President mused. He hadn't met with a mutant animal like this to discuss something. The previous cooperation with other 'vassal kings' had all been mutual trial and error before reaching a tacit agreement.

This feeling was relatively fresh.

The first thing they were going to discuss was the matter of the scientific research team entering the Tiger and Leopard Park to collect samples of mutated plants and animals and monitor them.

"Ow-"

"The tiger says it's not interested in humans as long as they don't actively attack it. But it doesn't guarantee whether the other tigers will be interested. As for monitoring, it may have to obtain this pine tree's consent first."

Simply put, it didn't support or reject it and would be responsible for anything wrong.

"That's fine. It's a big help if it doesn't reject it." Probably this mutated tiger had left too much of a wrong impression on them before, and the crowd felt flattered.

The second thing was that they wanted the mutant tiger to become the leader of this Tiger and Leopard Garden, not to mention governing the other mutant animals but at least suppressing those ambitious guys and not letting this place start an enormous strife.

This is fine. As long as this mutant tiger is strong and healthy, it is the king of this area, the top of the food chain. Other mutated animals that wanted to rebel would have to take their place as king first.

"We don't have any other conditions."

"Just like that?" An Yinong was surprised. They ran the dense forest and deactivated the signal shielding for two simple things.

"It's not simple." Seeing what An Yinong was thinking, the president laughed, "When we contacted other high-level mutated animals because they couldn't communicate, they all had to grind and try for a year or even two years before maintaining such a tacit understanding. Without you, it would have taken the Tiger King and us a year or two of such grinding before we could grind out a tacit understanding."

That's why communication is so important, and how vital is a talent that can also translate and help with communication?

The people from the Mutant Animal Association couldn't let the foreign aid go, wanting to hug his thighs and beg him to stay.

"Is Mr. Druid interested in staying? The Mutant Association and we are sibling departments, so having a 'talent exchange' is possible. Not to mention, we have less work, more money, and great benefits."

"Eh eh eh, appreciate it, don't dig in." In the conference room, there was a mutant association and foreign aid: "We are just lending you a loan. Don't bring a loan that won't be returned."

"This is not the time to talk about this, right?" An Yinong politely refused.

"Don't be in a hurry. I haven't finished yet." The president continued to follow the excellent advice, "You can also apply for mutant pets on a priority basis. Compared recently, we have a black bear baby here who likes to hug people's legs to ask for honey. Oh, and there's also a baby deer, especially clingy, with big watery eyes ......"

An Yinong: ......

Is abducting people with cute animals also a long line of your association's specialty?

"I don't think I'm prepared to have more pets now and probably can't afford to." He was very tempted, yet still refused. It was still the scent of a pet that would earn its rations and forage for its food.

The members of the Mutant Animal Management Association were very sorry.

In the end, the president made a new request, "Recently, there is going to be an international type of mutant animal competition, and we also have a team to represent the country. Because it's the first edition, it's essential and affects the organization afterward.

"Can we ask you to go abroad to participate together as our advisor?"