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Barry spilled the beans, telling everything he currently knew without mixing in any of his own speculation, for fear of affecting Bi Fang's judgment.

Andria, on the other hand, provided more specialized details and explanations to Barry's words.

Between the two of them, one speaking and the other supplementing, they recounted everything from the disappearance of Lion King Cecil to the investigation that revealed all of Cecil's pride's cubs had vanished.

Combining all this information with the sight of the severely injured lion before them, the onlooking audience became increasingly horrified.

This majestic-looking lion was, without a doubt, the missing leader of Cecil's pride.

The adversary had taken away both the cubs and the Lion King, and had killed many lionesses, practically wiping out the entire pride!

Only if the Lion King was powerful enough could the numbers of his pride prosper; otherwise, the pride would continually decline or even disappear.

The lionesses within a pride are generally stable, remaining with the same pride from birth until death, though occasionally accepting new lionesses, making them the anchors of the pride.

In the current situation, with the leading Lion King dead and no protector left, all the cubs lost, and many lionesses gone, the remaining few cubs would undoubtedly become the "new lions" adopted by other groups.

"The adversary's intention is very clear; they specifically wanted Lion King Cecil. I suspect it's a preemptive hunting action commissioned by an employer. But why they would want to kill Cecil, I don't understand, though these are just my speculations," Andria hesitated, then added.

"Too specialized, I don't understand. Is there a big shot who can explain?"

"Is it that someone paid upfront and then organized the hunting?"

"Ah, isn't that always the case?"

"No, it's not. Many poachers hunt the game first and then look for buyers."

In Suode Temple,

Cecil was no obscure character.

Many male lions have existed on this vast and boundless grassland, with the majority being homeless wanderers. Among them were naive youngsters, charming and vigorous Adventurers in their prime, and old lions driven away after defeat.

These vagrants sometimes acted alone, living a desolate life, or they simply formed male support groups, acting as close brothers sharing weal and woe until one of their number conquered another pride, wandering the grasslands and tracking migrating herds of prey.

As for a lion with his own tribe, he was undoubtedly one who had defeated at least one other rival male lion to claim his territory, younger, more powerful, and more charismatic than most of the roaming males.

But among Lion Kings, there are also ranks.

Some male lions are so capable and charming they can even control nearby prides, maintaining two "homes" at once.

Furthermore, such as the Maasai Mara Grassland's Lion King Scar, at his peak, he ruled over 5 prides for as long as 9 years, and died of illness, one of the rare Lion Kings to have a peaceful end.

There were also those famous for fighting multiple opponents, like Lion King Morun, whose name means "warrior" in Maasai. He lived up to it. At eight years old, Morun once fought alone without any help, one lion against four, and emerged victorious, making a name for himself in a single battle.

Or there were those who relied not on ability but on appearance, like Kalamas, the maned king of East Africa. He was not known for his record of battles, but rather for his astounding mane. Most male lions' manes only grow around their necks, and some with sparse hair have pitifully little manes. Kalamas, on the contrary, had manes encircling not just his neck but also his belly, a feature only seen in the extinct Cape Lion.

These exceptionally gifted individuals, stronger than the average Lion King, could be called "Legendary Lion Kings." They not only possessed their own tribes but even had a following of "fans" among humans.

And Lion King Cecil, he was also one among these legendary Lion Kings.

He could fight, Cecil had slain many a wandering male lion, with a glorious battle record, and he had once faced two opponents without falling short.

He was majestic, Cecil had an extremely handsome appearance, not only was his mane very thick, perfectly encircling his neck but it also was black, exuding a dominative air.

Although not as capable in battle as Morun, nor as handsome as Kalamas, Cecil had both of their advantages. He was a well-rounded Lion King, as handsome as he was powerful, and had long been the star Lion King of this grassland.

But for wild animals, individual fame is not a good thing.

A famous human is a pig ripe for slaughter, and this is even more true for rare animals favored by poachers.

The more famous one becomes, the higher price one can fetch. Most of the legendary Lion Kings had died at the hands of poachers, which is why Scar's death from sickness was so precious and rare.

Now, it was highly likely that a wealthy employer had set their sights on this majestic and powerful Legendary Lion King.

And there could be more than one employer.

Bi Fang suspected that those who wanted to hunt the Lion King and those who wanted the Lion King's cubs might not be the same person, but it was possible that the same poaching gang was handling it.

Catching cubs was clearly for the purpose of captivity, not killing.

And those who like to keep male lions in captivity, from a psychological behavior standpoint, undoubtedly believe they are above lions and choose to keep lions as pets.

Whereas those who wish to kill the Lion King psychologically are one notch down, they see the lion as immensely powerful, and therefore need to kill a lion to prove they are stronger, to boast of their accomplishment.

The former is more like a capital owner, while the latter is a typical middle-class man.

Just as a king would not personally kill a lion to prove himself, opting instead to keep it in his garden, it is the warrior who needs to prove his bravery.

But those dealing with tasks from both employers, judging from the methods described by Barry, were very likely the work of the same organization.

Just as Bi Fang felt he was beginning to grasp the unfolding strands of the situation, an unpleasant scent mixed with the earthy, bloody stench wafted into his nose.

The smell was very distinctive, much like a strong body odor.

Someone was coming!

Bi Fang immediately realized this and began to breathe more slowly. Shrouded in bush camouflage, he became like a growth sprouting from a tree, inhaling and exhaling with the rhythm of the wind.

The fine leaves rustled against each other, and the ground's litter crunched and crackled beneath the weight of something heavy.

It was as if some large creature was making its way through the dense shrubs and tall grasses, carving out a wide path.

Hearing the noise, the lion struggled even more fiercely but to no avail, only slowly and weakly dragging a small mark across the ground.

Everyone in front of the screen held their breath, not daring to make a sound, even though they knew their noise wouldn't affect the reality unfolding before them; it was all an instinctual reaction.

The drones all stayed quietly in between the branches, invisible.

Bi Fang drew his dagger, looked up at the shadow above him, and after confirming there was no reflection, carefully extended it out to catch a glimpse of the comer with the help of the reflection.

"Fuck, is that a giant?"

Bi Fang's slanted eyes suddenly widened.