Yan Bubu recognized that this was a tiger. He had seen it in the zoo before. However, those tigers always lay in the zoo with a listless look and were indifferent. They were not as ferocious as they were now.
Feng Chen had just put the dagger into his backpack and dropped it on the rear row of seats. He had no time to get the dagger, and there was nothing else around that would be handy. Seeing the tiger about to crawl in, he grabbed the iron pot next to him and smashed it on the tiger's head without hesitation.
After a series of bangs, the tiger roared in pain and tried to jump into the car window, but Feng Chen used the bottom of the pot to hold its head against the wall and pushed it out.
"Go get my dagger; it's in my bag." Feng Chen pushed the tiger hard and shouted orders to Yan Bubu who was at a loss beside him.
Yan Bubu suddenly came back to his senses and looked around for the backpack in panic.
"Behind the car." Feng Chen yelled.
The tiger kept trying to squeeze in, and its sharp claws rubbed against the car body, making a terrifying sound. Feng Chen used all his strength to support the iron pot, with his two feet against the handrail at the back. Several blue veins on his neck extended downwards, protruding under the thin muscles of his shoulders and back.
Yan Bubu found the backpack and frantically tried to pull out the dagger. Because he was too flustered, he fell when he turned around.
He got up without stopping for a second, holding the dagger and quickly rushed towards Feng Chen: "Master, give it to me."
Feng Chen had no time to catch the dagger. If he relaxed even a little, the tiger would pounce on him.
"Stab, it." His face flushed red and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth.
The handrail behind his feet made a clanking sound, and seemed to have loosened. Feng Chen did not dare to slack off, and said again with difficulty: "Don't be afraid to stab it."
Yan Bubu did not hesitate any longer. Although his lips were trembling and his legs were too weak to stand, he still obeyed Feng Chen's orders. After a loud scream, he grasped the dagger in both hands and stabbed at a tiger claw on the carriage.
The tip of the knife pierced into the tiger's claws, but he didn't have much strength, so the stab didn't go deep. Instead, it aroused the tiger's violence, and it pounced into the carriage even more furiously.
"Keep going!" Feng Chen roared and pressed against the tiger, "Stab it hard."
Yan Bubu's face turned pale, but he pulled out the dagger as he was told, and stabbed the tiger's claws again and again, letting out a sharp and distorted cry.
"Go away, go away, go away, bad tiger, go away, Ah Wu Bang Ga Adausia, go away..."
Blood gushed out from the tiger's claws, instantly dyeing its yellow fur red, and flowed down the wall of the carriage.
The tiger couldn't bear the pain and couldn't pounce in, so it finally gave up, slid down the car window with a plop, and limped out of the parking lot.
Seeing it disappear in the distance, Feng Chen dropped the iron pot in his hand. He took two steps back and sat down exhausted.
Yan Bubu was still standing there, holding the dagger tightly in both hands. She cried and looked at Feng Chen, her legs shaking constantly.
Feng Chen leaned against the foot of the chair, his whole body soaked with sweat. He wanted to reach out to Yan Bubu, but his arms were too sore to lift, so he just smiled and said breathlessly, "Come here."
"Woo woo..." Yan Bubu moved forward step by step.
"Put the dagger away."
Yan Bubu threw the dagger on the seat next to him, and his whole body was still shaking as if he had the hiccups.