Ambush Ahead!

Victor's smile widened.

"Domestically, our master has traveled all over the country, because his ranches are all over the country, and he has land in every state!"

Zachary Taylor paused upon hearing this. Damn it, he had forgotten that he owned so much land that it couldn't possibly be in just one state. He had been careless!

The cunning Zachary Taylor then changed his tune.

"I misspoke, it was abroad, Mexico, and I led you all there!"

Upon hearing this, Victor's smile widened, revealing his two sharp canine teeth.

"As for overseas, there are even more. Our master is from China, lived in Canada for a while, and finally came to the United States."

"China?"

Zachary Taylor was unaware of this beforehand.

"That's right, our master is China!"

James, who was riding a black horse nearby, explained.

They're actually China!

Zachary Taylor had heard of that mysterious country, which was said to be guarded by a powerful mythical beast called the River Crab. Novelists were very secretive about it, so Zachary Taylor didn't know much about it.

However, Zachary Taylor did not give up.

"He has been to quite a few places, but he is still young and has limited experience. He actually let you two little ones travel alone. There are many things to be careful about when you are out and about. Let me teach you properly!"

No sooner had Zachary Taylor finished speaking than he noticed that Victor and James suddenly pulled on the reins at the same time. James even reached out and grabbed his reins, bringing his "Old Whitney" to a complete stop.

"What's wrong?"

Zachary Taylor looked at the two men with a puzzled expression. Did they lose their argument with me and, in a fit of anger, decide to attack me?

"There's an ambush ahead!"

James's words dispelled his wild thoughts, but left him somewhat bewildered, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the road ahead.

This is a straight dirt road, with many large trees growing on both sides, but they are not very dense. If someone is hiding inside, they can be easily spotted.

He examined the road ahead carefully for a long time, but found that everything was normal, no different from the road they had traveled before, and there was no suitable place to ambush them. He looked at the two of them with an arrogant expression.

"I told you, you young people are just too inexperienced and always make a fuss. There's clearly no place to ambush here. Don't worry, just follow me!"

As Zachary Taylor spoke, he tried to urge the horse forward, but James held the reins firmly and he couldn't pull it off.

Just as he turned his head to look helplessly at James, he noticed a burst of fire in the distance out of the corner of his eye. Almost simultaneously, a loud gunshot rang out along with the fire.

Musket!

Just when Zachary Taylor thought he was done for, a sturdy figure swiftly flashed past him and stood in front of him, blocking the incoming bullets.

"Don't want!"

Zachary Taylor cried out anxiously, but it was too late.

A bullet pierced flesh, and a figure that had rushed past him landed on his horse. Zachary Taylor looked down and saw James, who had just been talking to him, telling him about the ambush ahead and pulling on his reins.

But before he could show any grief or frustration on his face, he was shocked to find that James, who had fallen onto his saddle, seemed completely unharmed and quickly sat up, using his not-so-tall but very strong and broad body to completely shield him from view.

There was no time to consider why he could move so nimbly after being shot. Zachary Taylor didn't want James to continue taking bullets for him. Just because he survived one shot didn't mean he would be fine after another.

However, when he reached out to push James down and block him with his body, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge him an inch.

Just as James jumped from his horse onto Zachary Taylor's horse, using his body to block a shot aimed at old Taylor, Victor, riding on another horse, also moved.

He had clearly located the shooter's position when the gunshot rang out.

The sudden flash of gunfire came from the dense canopy of a large tree about ten meters ahead.

Victor pressed his hands hard on the saddle, and his whole body suddenly jumped off the horse's back, over the horse's head, and landed on the ground in front of him.

However, perhaps he lost his balance in the rush, because when he landed, he wasn't standing. Instead, his whole body leaned forward, almost horizontal. If he landed in that position, he wouldn't be able to stand up and would just fall flat on his face.

Moreover, instead of lowering his hands to support his body like an ordinary person, Victor stretched his hands forward. If you looked at his hands at this moment, you would see that his fingernails were growing rapidly, from just protruding from the tips to more than two centimeters long, sharp and pointed, and slightly curved inward, like the claws of Beast.

As he drew closer to the ground and was about to fall, just as his body was about half a meter from the ground, Victor swiftly swung his outstretched hands downwards, firmly supporting himself on the ground and preventing his body from falling further. At the same time, his arms continued to exert force downwards, propelling his body forward at an accelerated speed. His body, which was only half a meter from the ground, rose again under the force of his arms, and his hands also left the ground. On the originally flat ground, there were now ten deep claw marks.

However, the upward thrust from his arms only affected his upper body, while Victor's lower body continued to fall toward the ground.

As he exerted force with his arms, his legs, which had been stretched backward, were pulled back forward. His upper body had just lifted off the ground with the help of his arms when his feet quickly landed and touched the ground.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Victor's strong legs exerted force, creating two shallow craters beneath his feet.

Under the force of this immense power, Victor's entire body accelerated forward at an even faster speed than before, and the height of his body in the air increased rapidly, soon reaching a height of more than two meters.

With a double burst of strength from his arms and legs, Victor leaped through the air like a short-distance glider, hurtling forward at a speed far exceeding that of an average person running at full speed.