Kara was no fool who would take the bait after being provoked a couple of times.
Some of her previous actions might have made people think she was an impulsive warmonger, but that was not the case.
In the past, she had basically only charged in once she was sure of success. She was the bold yet meticulous type; otherwise, she could never have survived in the harsh primitive environment during the early days.
Seeing that Kara not only refused to take the bait but was also emptying her magazine at him, the Eight-tentacled General grew so furious that he bellowed like a madman, yet there was nothing he could do to her.
After all, he was no fool either. During their brief exchange just now, the Eight-tentacled General had already realized that once he left the seawater, he was no match for that human!
The bullets did not threaten his life immediately, but they hurt like hell.
To avoid letting her continue emptying her magazine at him, the Eight-tentacled General hurriedly dove into the sea.
During that time, he glanced at the hull submerged beneath the surface. The Eight-tentacled General felt the lump on his forehead throb with pain again, and rage turned his face green.
He could not beat them after boarding the ship, nor could he do anything to the damn ship after jumping into the sea. It was the first time he had encountered something so infuriating.
By comparison, he was not particularly concerned about the two tentacles Kara had severed.
He possessed extraordinarily powerful regenerative abilities. Even if his tentacles were cut off, they would grow back after ten or twenty days.
The Eight-tentacled General glared viciously at the Steel Warship that had made him suffer such humiliation. Then, with a powerful thrust of the