Chapter 289: The Vengeful Black Rhinoceros (Part 2)

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

After half an hour of maneuvering, the triangular black rhino visibly began to falter—and this was exactly what Qin Yun had anticipated; he even had time and mood to explain to his livestream audience.

"The black rhino has explosive power but terrible stamina, let alone this one whose size is absurdly larger than an ordinary black rhino. Even if its stamina is vastly superior due to 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 if you encounter a black rhino, don't panic," Qin Yun slowed his pace, even backing up in a light run, looking utterly calm, "as long as you stay composed and keep maneuvering, it won't last long."

"Its main fatal weakness 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, breathing like thunder; its massive frame still inspired awe, but the threat it posed had nearly vanished.

"Awesome, Brother Qin."

"Incredible—under pursuit by such a terrifying giant beast, he still stays so calm. No wonder he's Brother Qin."

"I'm utterly in awe."

"It feels like if Qin Brother were in the African savanna, unless surrounded by a huge herd of beasts, he really wouldn't be in any real danger."

After standing still for a short while, the triangular black rhino turned and walked away, clearly giving up.

"Don't think this black rhino has given up now," Qin Yun watched it leave, then turned toward the direction where Dahu was, "but black rhinos are extremely vengeful—if they get the chance, they'll still come after me."

"It has memorized my scent; vengeance is their motto, and their memory lasts years—they won't forget. If they get the chance, they'll track me down by scent to settle the score."

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

Beside them, Dahu watched with lion-eyed hunger, licking his lips, clearly tempted by Dalton's blood—this terrified the two still-standing men.

"Qin, there's medical supplies in our car."

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

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

While Qin Yun treated Dalton, Solen asked cautiously: "Qin, what do we do now?"

After all, someone had died; Solen knew this couldn't be hidden, 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 Grumeti 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 heavy 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, 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 vehicle 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 wore a knife, flashlight, and signal device at his waist, a rifle sling across his chest, and carried an AK-47 assault rifle.

They wore boonie hats and bore TANAPA's official circular arm patches, looking utterly serious.

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

The leader, a man named Valen, was older, his face lined with years of savanna sun, his demeanor calm, and a Magnum revolver hanging at his waist.

When he approached, his pupils contracted sharply, his hand instinctively moving toward the trigger of his AK. Having patrolled the savanna for years, he knew full well the wildness and danger of adult male lions—but this thick-furred lion crouched low, ears relaxed, gently pressed against the side of the Asian man, 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 is Solen Douglas, Dalton Robinson, Lawrence Fox, Benjamin Cooper, 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 hurried to explain: "We were hunting east of the Grumeti River, but chased an antelope 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? Got lost?"

Hearing this, Valen sneered—but didn't outright expose them. 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 on official record—not an unknown. The authorities named it BlackCone—Black Cone."

Valen's gaze shifted to Qin Yun: "Who are you?"

"A streamer. I'm live-streaming a hike from Nduuto Lake to the Sanjiaozhou."

"A streamer?" Valen paused. Suddenly, his radio crackled to life with rapid 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 accept any fine now.

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 no time, the savanna was left with only one man and one lion.

Qin Yun checked the time.

"Friends, it's 3:40 local time. I need to speed up—we've barely covered twenty kilometers today. This is too slow."

Today was August 10, his sixth day in the Serengeti.

……

Inside the helicopter.

One team member asked Valen: "Captain, who is that man? Why is an adult lion following him so calmly?"

Valen shook his head: "I don't know. The higher-ups just said he's a wilderness expert. This lion just reached adulthood—it was surrounded by over a dozen spotted hyenas, on the verge of death, when this man appeared and killed seven of them. Since then, the lion has followed him."

"Impossible!" The team member stared in disbelief. "Seven spotted hyenas? How could a human possibly fight them? Did he use a gun?"

"No, he used a dagger." Valen was also deeply shocked; just as the team member said, how could a human possibly be a match for seven spotted hyenas? It was utterly absurd, yet the report above could not be lying to him.

Everyone found it ridiculous.

Soren beside him didn't understand what they were saying, since they were speaking Swahili; he glanced outside, his heart still pounding, but finally let out a breath of relief.

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