On the opposite hillside, a piece of rock jutted out.
A majestic tiger kept its eyes fixed on them, pacing back and forth on the small expanse of stone.
"This should be a male tiger."
The experts immediately became excited.
"If we can confirm that these are three tigers of different genetic make-up, the possibility of their population regeneration greatly increases."
Even if we take ten thousand steps back, confirming the presence of wild tigers of different sexes, the success rate of releasing captive tigers into the wild becomes much greater.
Chen Ying and Old Gao continued walking, and at the same time, they discussed matters related to tiger research.
"Are you really just going to leave like that? Aren't you afraid someone else will swoop in on Miss Dao?"
"What does that have to do with me? We're just pure, ordinary friends."
Chen Ying tightened the straps of his backpack, casting a concerned glance behind him.
