I Really Am the Chief of the African Tribes

He loved the blue sky, loved the blue sea, and even more, loved the green grassland.

Lions, leopards, rhinoceroses, and hippopotamuses, how could they exist in Africa without Brother Flat-Head?

Walking hyenas, running zebras, releasing Martial Eagles, but actually riding an elephant across the grassland was the true way.

In the forest, servals, civets, caracals, and long-tailed civets were jumping, on the grassland springboks, wildebeests, wild oxen, and elands were running, and underground aardvarks, warthogs, meerkats, and rock pythons were digging holes.

I dug a small river, and a gorilla came to drink water; I dug a pond, and crocodiles hid here; I planted a fruit orchard, and giraffes came to look out; I built a small stone hill, and crowned eagles left here to build their nests.

I traveled across international animal protection organizations to get sponsorships, fought against poaching teams from various countries with a gun, and cleared out gang forces that wanted to take advantage of the situation. This was my territory, and whoever came had to listen to me!

Hello everyone, I am Yang Shubao. This is Africa, and here is a new story.