Lying on the ground at this moment was a tiger that no longer bled.
The tiger was thoroughly dead, with various wounds all over its body, and some parts had flesh torn open, looking very terrifying.
"Fourth Brother, should we take this?"
Qi Quanli scratched his head.
His scalp tingled not because it was itchy but because of the scene before him.
Qi Quanjin swallowed hard before saying, "Move it!"
This tiger was so large; there was no hope for the hide, but the meat and bones were valuable.
He had long heard that tigers were incredibly valuable, but these creatures were so fierce that he had never dared to hunt them. Even if he did encounter one, he would just run away; who would dare face such a beast?
Now that it was dead, there was no need to worry about it.
With Qi Quanjin's order, everyone stepped forward, either grabbing the limbs or lifting the rump, and together they moved the dead tiger into the fire circle.
