The Little Fox's Surprise (3)

"What? You're going to deal with him? Are you crazy?" The little black cat froze for a moment, then shouted.

Though they had some strength, it didn't want to fight the man, because he gave it a very dangerous feeling.

Fanxin was weaker than it was. If Fanxin went after the man, he would be throwing his life away.

"I'm not crazy. We have to deal with that guy, or none of us will get away," Fanxin said with a bitter laugh.

If he could avoid it, he certainly would, because he wasn't a battle-hungry person. But they couldn't shake the man off now. He was right behind them, pursuing them relentlessly, and he would surely catch up once they were exhausted.

When that happened, escaping would be difficult.

So he wanted to deal with the man before he ran out of strength. Only then would they have a chance to survive.

"Damn it, it's all that hateful little fox's fault. If it weren't for the fox, we wouldn't have to run now."

The little black cat looked resentfully at the little fox following close behind. If it could, it would attack and finish the fox off right now. But it knew the little fox was no pushover either. If threatened, the fox would surely flee at once, and it wouldn't be able to kill it.

And once they started fighting among themselves, the man behind them would catch up, and they would all suffer in the end.

"Forget it. Things have already come to this. What good is there in saying all that?" Fanxin waved his hand, telling the little black cat to stop blaming the little fox.

He pondered for a moment, then said, "Take Ren Fang and leave at once. Once you've brought her somewhere safe, quickly make the armor. As soon as it's finished, bring it over. Until then, I'll find a way to stall him. I won't fight him directly. Understand?"

The little black cat had told him that the man was dangerous. Fanxin wasn't as strong as the cat, so if even the cat felt threatened, he was even less of a match for the man. His chances of defeating him were practically zero.

But he had grown up in the forest, which gave him an advantage too. He could use the forest to keep the man occupied. He believed the man wouldn't be able to do anything to him for a short while.

And once the little black cat brought him the flight armor, his fighting power would increase. Even if he couldn't beat the man, he could use the flight armor to escape through the air. It would be exceedingly difficult for the man to catch him then.

"All right. Be careful," the little black cat said after pondering for a moment. It nodded, then immediately left with Ren Fang.

Fanxin turned around and looked at the little fox nearby. "You're coming with me. You brought this trouble on us, so you have to do your part."

"Fine. We'll take that bastard down together." The little fox nodded. It knew it couldn't escape, because the collar around its neck hadn't been removed. It was the tool Clark used to control it. As long as it was still there, the fox couldn't be free.

So it had to face Clark.

But it wasn't particularly nervous now, because it had help. It had observed Fanxin just now: though he wasn't particularly strong, he was nimble and very familiar with the forest.

It wouldn't be so easy for Clark to deal with him. And the fox would be there too; it could be a great help.

"Then let's go!" Fanxin nodded, then took his gun and headed toward the man. He wanted to see just how formidable the man was.

They were heading toward each other, so they soon met.

Clark stopped, and so did Fanxin. The two of them stood facing each other.

Clark glanced around, and when he saw the little fox following a young man, he immediately sneered. "Hey, little fox, you think finding a little fellow like this will let you get rid of me, do you?"

"Hmph, Clark, don't think you're so formidable. The only reason you made such a great name for yourself was that I helped you. Without me, you're not worth a fart," the little fox snorted. "Now that I'm not helping you, your strength will drop by more than half."

The little fox's face was full of scorn and mockery. It wasn't lying. The reason Clark had imprisoned it was that it was powerful. Clark had worried that it was too powerful for him to control, so he had locked it up with a collar like this to make it obey and keep it from resisting.

It hadn't found a way to undo the collar before, so it had been forced to let him control it and do his bidding.

Every time Clark provoked a powerful enemy, it was the fox that stepped in and dealt with them in the end. If Clark had gone himself, he would have died long ago.

Now, it had completely fallen out with Clark, so naturally it wouldn't help him anymore. Clark's fighting power would plummet, and anyone a little stronger could get rid of him.

Clark's face twisted with rage when he heard that, because the little fox was absolutely right.

"Hmph. As long as I'm here, you can't attack me at all. And if this little fellow thinks he can kill me on his own, I'm afraid it won't be that easy," Clark said. After being angry for a moment, he suddenly laughed.

"Hehe, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. This young man isn't the only one you'll be facing. There are also..." The little fox laughed too. As it laughed, it pointed at the ferocious beasts nearby and said, "Those beasts. I've already tampered with them. They'll attack you until death."

"What? You have that ability too? You never used it before?" Clark's expression changed, and he shouted.

"Of course. Teach an apprentice everything, and the master dies. Naturally, I had to keep something up my sleeve," the little fox said. "Besides, those guys you provoked weren't particularly strong. To me, they were no different from trash. I never needed to use my full strength. You're just too much trash yourself, so you couldn't even beat that trash and had to make me step in."

"Bastard! How dare you talk to me like that? You're asking for death!" Clark flew into a rage. Ever since he had become a pirate, no one had ever spoken to him like that. The little fox's contempt made him very unhappy. He snorted coldly, drew the gun at his waist, aimed it at the little fox, and pulled the trigger.

"Beasts, get him! Tear Clark apart!" The little fox immediately jumped aside and gave the surrounding beasts their orders.

As if possessed, the beasts charged madly at Clark, their bloody jaws gaping as though they wanted to devour him.