This strapping macaque, let's just call him Strong Guy!
After Stron Guy forcefully shook the tree branches to flaunt his strength, he leaped onto a protruding rock, swiveling his head left and right, looking at the surrounding monkeys with a nacing gaze full of provocation, to see if any would dare et his eyes!
Among the macaques swept by his gaze, a portion of the weaker ones hung their heads low, not daring to make eye contact.
However, there were also so who were not convinced, believing themselves to be quite strong and also vying for the position of Monkey King; they stiffened their necks, staring back at him unwilling to show weakness.
It was as if they were saying, "Ah, you bastard, why put on such airs? Have the guts to co take on, huh?"
White Brow was one of them!
After recuperating and regaining his strength, he had been holding back for a long ti, and he was finally able to return to the monkey group.
To his surprise, after this return, he found himself in a completely new environnt, with many new monkeys he had never seen before; his forr mates were indifferent toward him, and his little brothers no longer treated him with the respect they used to, seeing him as just another strange monkey.
It truly felt like once gone, one's presence cooled!
He was so anxious he felt like there was a fire burning inside him, eager to prove himself and reclaim the pinnacle of his monkey life!
Standing on another large stone, he not only fiercely locked eyes with Strong Guy but also let out two "squeaks."
Little whelps, dreaming of ruling here, but have you asked whether Grandpa agrees? Your Lord White here has been the Monkey King for quite a few years!
Strong Guy didn't recognize this monkey, feeling only that such an old monkey dared to challenge him, igniting a naless rage within him.
Spreading his arms, he leaped powerfully, like a giant roc spreading its wings to fly into the air, grabbing a rope to swing himself over, landing on the rock where White Brow stood.
Laying a paw on White Brow's shoulder, leaning substantially forward, head cocked and neck stiff, he glared through his nostrils, his gaze fierce, baring his mouth to reveal a set of sharp, glinting teeth: "You old fart, what did you just say?"
He resembled a burly bully grabbing the collar of a thin, frail old man, in a very gangster-like pose!
The eyes of the surrounding monkeys were drawn to the commotion here, stealthily peeking or closely watching this scene!
Other macaques fought, using the opportunity to assess strength and status!
Black Claws too was sitting on a perch, watching intently without blinking.
Originally, upon seeing White Brow, the two monkeys should have fought each other to the death, but today's reunion saw the number of monkeys in the group suddenly grow to over a hundred, a trendous increase from the original group of about a dozen, making the grudge against White Brow seem secondary.
Only when Strong Guy ca close did White Brow realize the disparity in their size, and the pressure from his paw was significant; he might, might not be able to beat him?
Stared down, hairs on end and body leaning back, he dared not make any significant movents.
The fiery agitation in his heart was rcilessly extinguished by a splash of urine, and unknowingly, he turned his head to the side, avoiding the gaze.
Hmph!
Seeing White Brow submit, Strong Guy released his paw, again scanning the surroundings to see if there were other dissidents who were not convinced by his authority.
He acutely noticed the look in Black Claws' eyes, seemingly a bit eager to try, and imdiately jumped down from the rock and started sprinting on all fours, chasing after him.
White Brow's heart was filled with desolation and sha; what had beco of this world! Am I, an old monkey, to be ousted?!
Seeing another monkey leap onto his rock with not a shred of respect, the few sparks that hadn't been extinguished in the Monkey King flared back up. He lashed out fiercely, trying to drive it away, neither monkey willing to back down, shoving each other and bellowing furiously.
Strong Guy and Black Claws were now confronting each other by the lake. Although Strong Guy looked a bit tough to handle, Black Claws, having tasted the sweet perks of being the Monkey King, was not ready to give up easily.
He was much more cunning than White Brow, not planning to face off directly, and had already thought of an escape route. Clinging to a rock by the water's edge as cover, he was ready to bolt at any mont.
He lashed out with his claws, aiming for Strong Guy's face, and when Strong Guy dodged and attempted to counterattack, Black Claws quickly recoiled behind the rock, half of his body exposed, vigilantly eyeing his opponent's movents.
Strong Guy was livid, "squeaking" out curses, hurling insults back at Black Claws.
"Co on, if you're so tough, let's take this head on!"
"Sure, if you can hit , just try! Heh heh heh!"
After the initial dazzle, Tang Xiaoxin and Qian Keke slowly began to grasp the situation.
All around the exhibit, macaques were locked in standoffs, their faces fierce, "squeaking" and cursing shrilly, the tension was palpable, with one fight breaking up only for another to erupt elsewhere.
The female monkeys were relatively peaceful, resting and grooming their companions' fur while watching the male monkeys fight.
The tourists outside watched, letting out bursts of amazed exclamations: "Wow~" Explore new worlds at empire
"Look, that one seems pretty fierce!"
"I think this one will win!"
Watching a monkey grapple another to the ground, Tang Xiaoxin expressed her concern, "Won't they hurt themselves, fighting so fiercely? Why are they all so aggressive?"
Qian Keke speculated, "Maybe they're fighting for the position of Monkey King?"
When they saw an animal keeper giving an explanation up ahead, the two imdiately went over to listen.
Lü Jiamu, microphone in hand, addressed the surrounding tourists with a steady voice, "A visitor just asked if we shouldn't intervene in the macaques' fighting. The reason is that it is the mating season for macaques, and every year during this period, the troops engage in non-stop scuffles. The young males challenge the old Monkey King, seeking to claim his title.
Especially now, with macaques from different zoos grouped together, the males are eager to show off their strength and re-establish their status.
Macaques are hierarchical social animals. Generally, only the strongest monkey can beco the Monkey King, enjoying many privileges. They have priority with the most attractive females and first dibs on the best food. Other monkeys must show respect to the Monkey King, and this is an accepted rule within the troop.
So, in order to enjoy those privileges, any male with a chance to compete for the Monkey King will go all out, even if it ans risking their lives. During this stage, we try to minimize human intervention, allowing the troop to operate by their own rules and order."
A curious visitor inquired, "But what if the monkeys fight too fiercely, to the death?"
Lü Jiamu hesitated and then said, "There are children here, so so things should not be spelled out too clearly. Let's just say those who understand will understand."
When the exhibit was smaller, and there were fewer macaques, it was possible to keep things under control, separating them if the fights got too intense.
Now, with many more macaques and a more complex environnt, it's impossible to grasp the situation in ti and accurately. Who knows if it might be a fight to the death?
In particularly vicious battles, we'll try our best to save the ones we can, but if we can't, then we must let nature take its course.
Hearing this, so tourists looked compassionate, others pensive.
And they felt the cruel side of nature.
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