Under the blazing sun, a girl, dressed in training clothes, sat atop a tiger. She was spotless, her appearance neat and clean. She greeted the onlookers with a smile that crinkled her eyes, looking completely harmless, like a child unaware of the world's dangers.

Ged's mouth dropped open. "Do you know what you're doing? You're riding a tiger!" he thought, noting the animal's sharp fangs and ferocious claws, capable of killing any creature. He considered Tiffany reckless, terrified by the situation. He wanted to warn her, but feared alarming the tiger.

Kenneth was even more dumbfounded. Then, the tiger roared, baring its teeth. Tiffany slapped it, shouting, "Shut up!"

Everyone fell to the ground, terrified. They expected Tiffany's death. Cowering and trembling, they waited for the inevitable, but instead of violence, the tiger whimpered, sounding like a petulant cat.

"What is going on?" they wondered.

Henry, who had a bet with Tiffany, stammered, his hands trembling, "You are you fine?" It was a nonsensical question; Tiffany was radiant and clearly in better condition than they were.

Smiling, Tiffany dismounted, rubbing the tiger's head. "Come, baby, say hello to everyone."

Under their astonished gazes, the tiger reluctantly raised its claws in a perfunctory greeting. Though unimpressed by the onlookers, the tiger's actions caused gasps of surprise and nervousness, followed by a wave of disbelief. "The King of Beasts greeted me! I can brag about this for life!"

Before anyone recovered, the tiger lay at Tiffany's feet, their heads nuzzling affectionately. Their intimate display was a stark contrast to the tiger's earlier obedience.

Impressed, the onlookers' respect for Tiffany soared. They had anticipated a bloody scene, but the majestic tiger not only tolerated Tiffany but also fawned over her. Their initial fear morphed into stunned awe.

They had drastically overestimated the danger.

Henry, nervous and apprehensive, took a tentative step forward, wanting to test the tiger's temperament. The tiger, however, immediately turned, fixing its gaze on him.

"Ah!" Henry screamed, falling to the ground. "Help! Don't eat me!" His cowardice was palpable.

The onlookers realized the tiger's docility was limited to Tiffany. It might tolerate her, but the rest were potential meals. Immediately, they began showering Tiffany with attention.

"Boss, I was wrong! I'll do whatever you say!" one exclaimed.

"Boss, are you tired? Shall I fan you?" another offered.

"Boss, need shade? I'll shield you from the sun!"

Ged pushed them away angrily. "Who are you to speak? My number one bro hasn't even said anything!" Despite his protest, the fawning continued.

Tiffany chuckled. She didn't mind the newfound dominance, though the situation was unexpected.

As the crisis ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. When rescue instructors arrived, they found Tiffany sitting under a tree, the tiger lying at her feet like a cat, while students fanned and served her.

"What's going on?" The stunned instructors reprimanded the students, "Are you insane? Do you want to end up in the tiger's stomach?" They assumed the tiger was satiated.

Just as they prepared to anesthetize the sleeping tiger, Tiffany stopped them. "No need. I'll ask it to enter the cage."

One instructor scoffed, "Do you think it's a cat? Don't be arrogant!" He started to act, but when the tiger, roused by the insult to its master, roared, the instructor fell back, pale.

Tiffany calmed the tiger, saying, "Be good. Don't scare people." The tiger obediently lay down, letting out a disgruntled growl.

The instructor, shocked by the tiger's obedience, meekly called for a cage. Tiffany instructed the tiger, "Go. I'll take you away in a few days." The tiger, nuzzling her again, slowly entered the cage.

The other instructors were speechless. Only Tiffany's martial arts instructor showed relief.

Suddenly, the sound of helicopters was heard. Five helicopters descended, and a tall, handsome figure emerged