Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness Chapter 853

Chapter 853: Chapter 849: First Impressions Are Very Important Chapter 853: Chapter 849: First Impressions Are Very Important Through the iron cage, Bi Fang explained the mission objective to his audience.

Since the cheetah was sleeping, he unconsciously lowered his voice a bit.

Perhaps he didn't want to wake the cheetah and leave a bad first impression.

“This is our target for the mission, the staff told me its name is Harley,” he said.

“It is an eighteen-month-old sub-adult male cheetah. Sub-adult refers to the stage between adolescence and adulthood.”

“If we compare it to humans, it's roughly between high school and college age, capable of living independently. Most cheetahs leave their parents around one year of age and live on their own.”

“But due to the lack of his mother's guidance, Harley's body is close to adulthood, yet his psychological age is quite young. He has not yet learned how to hunt.”

“A creature like the cheetah hardly tolerates the enclosed life of a zoo, so the best outcome for it is to return to nature.”

“But if released directly into the wild, in its current state, Harley would struggle to survive. So my task is to help it learn how to hunt, understand how to protect its prey, and truly integrate into the wilderness.”

It sounded absurd–to teach a wild beast how to hunt and survive in the wilderness seemed as ridiculous as teaching fish to swim or birds to fly.

But if the human in question was Bi Fang, the viewers found the whole affair quite reasonable–even rational.

Because this man might indeed be a better hunter than the cheetah!

Master Fang, globally recognized as the strongest and most charismatic wilderness survivalist.

His miraculous journeys time after time told everyone that in the wilderness, he was the undisputed king without a crown.

This wasn't the delusion of the ignorant but the world's acknowledgement of his prowess.

Interestingly, when viewers heard that Bi Fang would teach the cheetah to hunt, some seriously discussed Bi Fang's “teaching qualifications.”

[Here's an interesting statistic: the hunting success rate of polar bears is 10%, gray wolves 14%, lions 18%, leopards 24%, tigers 27%, and cheetahs 58%. Among feline creatures, black-footed cats have the highest hunting success rate at 60%.]
[Ah, is that all for tigers and lions?]
[Failure is the theme song of the wilderness; success belongs only to Master Fang!]
[Although Master Fang's hunting rate has never been officially scientifically tallied, since the live-streams began, there have been very few misses. It can almost certainly be said to be over 90%, higher than that of even the most formidable African hyenas at 85%. So it does seem plausible for him to teach the cheetah.]
[The most crucial thing is that normal hunters have a rather fixed range of prey, but Master Fang's range, from small squirrels, venomous snakes, fish, to large moose, brown bears, musk oxen, is much broader than that of wild animals.]
A string of data was listed, and eventually, everyone reached a unanimous conclusion.

No problem at all.

It should be this way.

[Understood, if there were a professional title, Master Fang would at least be a senior teacher.]
[That's an understatement, at least a professor (Dog's head)]
[The conservation center found Harley a good teacher. (Laugh)]
Having teased the audience during the day, they were finally in on the content of Bi Fang's live stream. Even before the live stream had begun, the audience was already screaming with excitement.

As expected, Master Fang did not disappoint as usual.

Traveling across the South African Great Plains with a cheetah, teaching it to hunt, and integrating it into nature–could there be a better story?

[Too cool!]
[For wilderness survival, Huaxia is the coolest]
[Where are the limits of Master Fang?]
[Feng Yang Xianyu gifts the anchor Wolf Brush*66666–just thinking about it excites me, this livestream is going to be amazing.]
[Holding on tight to Sister Hi Si, crying and not wanting to leave, gifts the anchor Meatballs*1000–is this the beginning of another legend? Charge!]
[Charge fiercely!]
Seeing the audience's excitement, Bi Fang struck while the iron was hot, and said to a nearby staff member, “Open the gate.”

“Now?” The staff member hesitated, fumbling with the keys.

“Is there a problem?” Bi Fang asked.

“Actually, there are some issues,” Rupee, the assistant director, interjected, “Harley has been in a terrible mood these past few days.”

“What happened?”

“Its breeder, Hamid Griffith, passed away from a heart attack four days ago while feeding Harley.”

“Hamid was also one of the first to discover Harley. He has been taking care of it ever since. To Harley, Hamid was like family, so these last few days, it's been quite down and difficult for others to approach.”

The incident was abrupt, and it happened after Chu Zhaohua went to Huaxia; thus, even Chu Zhaohua was unaware of this event. Naturally, Bi Fang was even less likely to know.

“Hamid's passing wasn't entirely unexpected really, given his age and his history of heart problems… It's just that none of us thought the tragedy would happen so soon. His greatest wish before he died was to see Harley running freely on the plains, but now it's impossible to fulfill.”

Upon hearing Hamid's story, everyone fell silent.

Assistant Rupee then suggested, “So our idea is for Mr. Bi to feed Harley for a few days first, so both parties get familiar before proceeding with any contact. Otherwise, there's a risk in doing so abruptly.”

To Cheetah Harley, Bi Fang was a complete stranger, not to mention under the current unique circumstances.

Bi Fang pondered for a moment, then nodded.

Animal acclimatization cannot be rushed; they have their own thoughts and emotions. Attempting to force interaction can often lead to stiff relations.

Seeing this, the director immediately extended an invitation.

“Mr. Bi hasn't eaten yet, have you? Why don't you have a meal first?”

The plane had arrived in Nairobi a little after six o'clock, and by the time he made it to the conservation center, it was already past eight in the morning. After touring and meeting the key players, it was indeed almost lunchtime.

Bi Fang, amid his viewers' howling disappointment, prepared to turn off the live stream for now and come back after dinner.

[Don't go, it's barely been an hour, why end it already?]
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, one hour, who are you trying to satisfy?”

“Master Fang is strong in everything but his time is so short, no wonder he's been single all along, alas, truly, no one is perfect.”

“That's too much, I was planning on coming back and continuing this afternoon after dinner, you guys are really breaking my heart.”

Bi Fang felt a bit annoyed and then ignored the audience, turned off the live stream, and prepared to try some of Kenya's specialty foods.

The mission hadn't truly started yet, and after this, it would only be eating in the wild and sleeping under the stars.

After instructing the staff not to feed Harley just yet, and to wait until he came personally, Bi Fang followed everyone to the canteen.

The conservation center didn't disappoint Bi Fang; most of the funding here went into the animals and the soldiers, and, being not very plentiful, there weren't any rare delicacies, but there was certainly enough meat supply, or else they wouldn't have been able to maintain carnivores like lions and cheetahs.

At the dinner table, Bi Fang also encountered quite a few Kenyan specialties.

While it was all in Africa, compared to Egypt, the flavors here were different, with plenty of spices and no lack of good taste.

In fact, Bi Fang could accept most food types, except for those with a strong creamy taste, such as cream soups. Besides that, he found everything else quite good.

“Try our Kenyan sausage–Mutura, specially made by the chef. It's a protein-rich meat snack that most animals here love.”

The chef brought a large plate of sausages to the table.

Though it sounded a bit odd, Bi Fang didn't take it as an insult; on the contrary, he found it interesting.

Most of the people here spent the better part of their lives devoted to protecting animals, so such analogies were not demeaning, but rather a form of acknowledgment.

Bi Fang looked at it, took a taste, and found it indeed good.

It was a distinctive sausage, filled with minced meat and goat's blood inside the goat intestines.

It was boiled until nearly cooked through, and then thrown on the grill to dehydrate the meat and to give it that striking smoky flavor.

Bi Fang, with his level five Green Chef Skill, tasted a few bites and deduced the preparation method.

Next were various stews: beef stew, goat stew, and muscle stew, mixed with vegetables like carrots, chili peppers, peas, or potatoes.

The sauce was made of a light tomato base with onions, salt, and pepper, creating a salty, spicy, and tangy flavor that was quite unique.

There was also barbecued meat.

Bi Fang was not shy at all, showing everyone his astonishing appetite.

Even after the meal, he still managed to eat a stack of Kenyan specialty doughnuts–deep-fried dough balls, brimming with sweetness.

For the average person, these would be outright carbohydrate bombs, but for Bi Fang, they were the perfect way to recharge his energy.

After dinner, Bi Fang said goodbye to everyone and, accompanied by the staff, headed to Harley's enclosure with a bag of red innards in hand.

When he turned on the live stream, the prepared audience swarmed in once again, the viewer count burst through five million and kept climbing, looking at the curve, it looked like the day's steady viewership might exceed ten million.

This was quite a normal statistic; many TV shows also had the highest viewership during the first and last episodes.

After a morning and a noon of brewing, the news that Bi Fang was to return the cheetah to nature had quickly spread across the entire internet and gained traction.

Almost all social media platforms featured hot searches about Bi Fang and the cheetah.

The wildlife protection center went so far as to post the story of Harley online, the tale of how his mother was skinned by poachers and his keeper recently died of a heart attack has long moved people's hearts.

[Here it comes!]
[Damn, it's already one in the afternoon, you've been eating for a whole two hours!]
[So slow, so slow, the flowers have all wilted]
“The people at the protection center are too enthusiastic, there's nothing I can do about it,”
Bi Fang was quite helpless.

It was necessary socializing, and it was lucky he didn't drink, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to continue live streaming in the afternoon.

A few big guys blowing off steam could make time fly by.

Everyone working there had exceptionally rich experiences. Once they started talking, they didn't want to stop–an ending in two hours was actually quite fast.

Thankfully, after he finished eating, Bi Fang was no longer surrounded by a crowd of people both big and small, just followed by a few individual administrators.

By this time, Harley had already woken up from his slumbers and was patrolling back and forth on the ground, showing off his graceful form even more thoroughly than what was seen in the morning.

Long limbs, a thick tail, and a powerful torso perfectly defined the meaning of the “golden lightning.”

“I believe many people know that the cheetah is the king of land speed, and their strength lies in their velocity,”
“This morning, someone mentioned the hunting success rate of the cheetah, and indeed, among one kind of felids, they are unrivaled, as the saying goes 'In all martial arts, speed is unsurpassable,' and the cheetah embodies this, evolving its body to live for speed.”

“A study on the Serengeti Plains' cheetahs in 12 years found that out of 192 hunts, 114 were successful, with a high success rate of 58%. However, because of this, cheetahs are relatively fragile when it comes to head-on fights. Further study by researchers revealed that cheetahs have a 10% chance of having 'the fruits of their victory' stolen by animals like hyenas and lions.”

“The survival rate of cheetah cubs is also very low, at only ten percent. And because of such a high mortality rate, cheetahs tend to have more offspring at once, with a female capable of giving birth to one to six cubs at a time, and in captivity, up to seven.”

“Plus, with the threat of poachers, the numbers of cheetahs on the plains have been continuously decreasing and just can't seem to recover.”

[Damn, when you mentioned the survival rate of the cubs, I remembered the story about Harley just now!]
[Painful, so painful.]
[When I saw the part where little Harley was crying next to his dead mother and attracted Hamid and others, I almost burst into tears too]
[Indeed, I just found out about it too.]
“Because of the strength disparity, we really don't need to worry too much, whether in terms of weight or strength, we humans have no reason to fear the cheetah.”

The cheetah is a member of the subfamily Felinae, different from lions, tigers, leopards, and American tigers, which belong to the Pantherinae subfamily, cheetahs exemplify being 'strong on the outside but dry inside'.

Its claws resemble those of a dog, lacking the fleshy sheaths of other felid species, with no retractable parts, hence their footprints show claw marks. Without powerful claws and only average biting force, and quite ordinary canine teeth lengths, they are destined never to become the dominant power.

There are even rumors of cheetahs faking to be honey badgers to scare off their natural enemies, even if unproven, it speaks volumes.

Having said this, Bi Fang looked toward an administrator next to him: “Open the gate.”

This time, the administrator no longer hesitated, stepping forward to unlock the big lock on the wire netting at Bi Fang's request.

Bi Fang picked up the blood-soaked bag in his hand and smiled,”
“With the help of the staff, I've obtained the innards of a goat to feed to Harley. I hope he'll like it and that I can leave a good first impression on him.”

Chapter end

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