Pan Wenhai quickly slammed on the gas.
Before long, he caught up with the convoy.
In that short time, Nan Ji had already bashed the iron cage until it was deformed. The entire truck was shaking nonstop, and the truck's driver stood nearby, stomping his feet in distress.
But the moment Shen Xin got out of the car, the rampaging Nan Ji instantly fell quiet, letting out a continuous, mournful cry from inside the cage.
Her trunk poked through the gaps in the bars as if beckoning to Shen Xin.
Elephants have poor eyesight to begin with, and it's even worse at night.
But their sense of smell is incredibly acute—dozens of times better than a dog's, ranking second in the world only to bears.
So, the instant Shen Xin stepped out of the car, Nan Ji caught his scent.
Tan Qingming had mentioned before that elephants often rely on their sense of smell to distinguish between humans.
He Jinglin and his colleague hurried over, their expressions troubled.
Shen Xin quickly got on the truck.
