A spatial portal opened before Garuru, and before he could react, he was shoved headfirst through it.
Fortunately, Garuru truly was the finest mount capable of adapting to any terrain and environment. The moment his body lost balance, he adjusted instantly, landing steadily on the ground after passing through the portal.
It was ten o'clock at night. Using his own tracking ability, Garuru confirmed that he was still on Earth, though he seemed to have crossed an enormous distance and arrived in a district park somewhere in New York.
Late at night, silence in a bustling city meant danger. This wasn't China, where you could go out for skewers in the middle of the night. This was a country where people were advised not to go out after dark.
On top of that, after the desert conference not long ago, the United States economy had suffered another bout of turmoil. Bankruptcies had surged, doubling the number of unemployed people and homeless vagrants as well. Under such circumstances, public safety in New York at night had become even worse.
A delicate little girl wandering through the park on a large dog quickly drew attention. Several ragged vagrants watched from afar before quietly following behind Rona.
The little girl seemed utterly unconcerned. Garuru, on the other hand, turned his head and bared his teeth viciously, scaring those ill-intentioned vagrants into not daring to make any rash moves.
Catching a lost little girl might not bring much benefit, but getting bitten by that big dog would definitely be bad. After weighing it up, several vagrants gave up on following her.
Some backed off, but three vagrants with bloodshot eyes and sour, rancid odors continued approaching.
They appeared to be a group. Two were white, while one was black.
From a distance, Garuru heard