Chapter 289

In speed, Qin Yun was no match for the black rhino, but in agility, the black rhino was far inferior to him.

After circling for over half an hour, the triangular black rhino visibly began to falter—exactly as Qin Yun had anticipated, and he even had time and mood to explain to his livestream audience.

“The black rhino’s burst speed is extremely strong, but its stamina is terrible, let alone this one’s size is far more extreme than an ordinary black rhino. Even if its stamina has been enhanced by mutation, after half an hour, it’s nearly spent.”

Behind him, the triangular black rhino’s speed dropped sharply; its nostrils and mouth seemed to be spewing smoke.

“So when you encounter a black rhino, never panic,” Qin Yun slowed his pace, even jogging backward with a calm demeanor, “as long as you don’t panic, just keep circling it for a while and it’ll give out.”

“The main fatal weakness here is that black rhinos don’t sweat, so running at high speed makes them extremely prone to heatstroke and exhaustion—this is also why they love mud baths during the dry season.”

After another ten seconds, the triangular black rhino came to a complete stop, its breathing thunderous; its massive frame still inspired awe, but the threat it posed had nearly vanished.

“Awesome, Brother Qin.”

“Incredible—under such terrifying beast pursuit, he still stays so calm. No wonder he’s Brother Qin.”

“I’m utterly in awe.”

“It feels like in the African savanna, unless surrounded by a huge herd of beasts, Qin Brother really doesn’t need to worry about his life.”

After lingering in place for a short while, the triangular black rhino turned and walked away, clearly giving up.

“Don’t think this black rhino has given up just because it left now,” Qin Yun watched it depart, then turned toward where Da Huang was, “but black rhinos are extremely vengeful—if they get the chance, they’ll still come after me.”

“It’s already memorized my scent. Revenge is their motto, and their memory lasts years—they won’t forget. If they get the chance, they’ll follow the scent to settle the score.”

When he found Solen and the others, Dalton had already passed out from excessive blood loss—if he’d arrived a moment later, Dalton might have died.

Beside them, Da Huang watched with hungry eyes, licking his lips, clearly tempted by Dalton’s blood—this terrified the two still standing.

“Qin, there’s medical supplies in our car.”

Qin Yun shook his head—he knew perfectly well; he’d seen them when he grabbed the crowbar earlier. But since he’d lured the black rhino away, neither of them had thought to retrieve the medicine for Dalton. What a mess.

He quickly returned to the vehicle, retrieved the medical kit, and immediately treated Dalton.

While Qin Yun treated Dalton, Solen asked cautiously: “Qin, what should we do now?”

After all, someone had died—he knew this couldn’t be covered up, and worse, everything was live-streamed.

Qin Yun didn’t look up, speaking calmly: “I saw a radio in your car. Use it to contact TANAPA.”

Solen’s face twisted in distress—TANAPA was the Tanzania National Park Authority; since they were east of the Gelumiti River, they fell under TANAPA’s jurisdiction, while the hunting zone west of the river was under TAWA, the Tanzania Wildlife Authority.

If taken by TANAPA, he’d likely pay a huge price to leave Africa.

Even for him, the cost would sting.

But this was already the best outcome—at least they’d survived. If they’d been as unlucky as the Black guide when the black rhino attacked, no amount of money would’ve helped. Now, aside from Dalton’s broken arm, both he and Lawrence were unharmed—it was nothing short of miraculous.

There was nothing to complain about!

Soon after, Qin Yun accompanied Solen back to the car and contacted the authorities via radio.

About half an hour later, a patrol helicopter appeared overhead, its TANAPA logo clearly visible.

The helicopter hovered, then lowered several men in olive-green short-sleeve combat uniforms via rope. Each had a dagger, flashlight, and signal device at his waist, a rifle sling across his chest, and an AK-47 slung on his back.

They wore bush hats and bore TANAPA’s official circular arm patches—serious and disciplined.

These men were clearly locals: dark-skinned, with tightly defined muscles—likely Maasai from Tanzania.

The leader, a slightly older Black man named Valen, bore deep wrinkles from years under the savanna sun, his demeanor calm and steady, a Magnum revolver hanging at his waist.

When he approached, his pupils contracted sharply, his hand instinctively moving toward the AK’s trigger—he’d patrolled the savanna for years and knew full well the wild danger of a male lion. But this thick-furred lion crouched low, ears relaxed, gently pressed against the Asian man’s side, utterly devoid of any predatory ferocity.

The other three team members shifted from alertness to stunned disbelief, exchanging glances, each seeing the same shock in the others’ eyes.

“Who are Solen Douglas, Dalton Robinson, Lawrence Fox, Benjamin Cooper, and Connor Sutton?”

The Black leader scanned everyone, AK in hand.

Solen stepped forward, raising his hand: “I’m Solen—I made the call. Connor died—he was killed by the black rhino.”

A death had occurred—Valen frowned: “What exactly happened?”

Solen hurriedly explained: “We were hunting west of the Gelumiti River, but chased a gazelle too far in and got lost. Then we accidentally encountered a triangular black rhino and were attacked—our guide, Connor, died instantly.”

“Too far in? Lost direction?”

Valen snorted at this excuse but didn’t outright expose it—he narrowed his eyes: “You don’t provoke BlackCone—he rarely attacks humans.”

BlackCone?

Hearing the name, Qin Yun explained calmly to his livestream audience: “This triangular black rhino was clearly already registered by authorities—not some unknown beast. Its official name is BlackCone—Black Cone.”

Valen’s gaze shifted to Qin Yun: “Who are you?”

“A streamer. Currently livestreaming a hike from Nandu Lake to the Malahe Delta.”

“A streamer?” Valen paused—then his radio crackled to life with rapid Swahili chatter. After listening, his expression toward Qin Yun changed completely.

“Good luck, Mr. Qin,” Valen’s demeanor transformed. He turned to Solen and the others: “Come with us. The rest will be handled by others.”

Solen exhaled slightly—he’d accepted the fine, no matter how steep.

Before leaving, he looked at Qin Yun: “Qin, thank you for saving my life—I won’t forget you.”

Qin Yun nodded, not taking it to heart.

Lawrence also quickly expressed his gratitude. Soon, all were loaded onto the helicopter and carried far away. In moments, the savanna was left with only one man and one lion.

Qin Yun checked the time.

“Friends, it’s currently 3:40 local time. I need to pick up the pace—I’ve barely covered twenty kilometers today. This is too slow.”

Today was August 10—the sixth day since he entered the Serengeti.

…

Inside the helicopter.

One team member asked Valen: “Captain, who is that man? Why is the adult lion so docile following him?”

Valen shook his head: “I don’t know. The higher-ups just said he’s an outdoor expert. This lion just reached adulthood, was surrounded by over a dozen spotted hyenas, and was about to die when this man appeared and killed seven of them. Since then, the lion’s followed him.”

“Impossible!” the team member exclaimed. “Seven spotted hyenas? How could a human fight them? Did he use a gun?”

“No—he used a dagger,” Valen said, deeply shaken. Like the team member said, how could a human possibly defeat seven hyenas? It sounded like a fairy tale—but the higher-ups wouldn’t lie to him.

Everyone found it absurd.

Solen, beside them, didn’t understand—they were speaking Swahili. He glanced outside, heart still pounding, finally letting out a breath.

He silently swore: never again would he come to this hellhole.