Drake flew backward like a cannonball from Jones's slap, smashing through countless trees and rocks before hitting the ground with a splat and bouncing along like a ball.
Jones's slap was far heavier than the Hiking Bear's. Drake lost consciousness before he even had time to feel the pain.
In the forest, Gangying was asleep on a rock when his ears twitched. He raised his head and saw a half-transformed Tyrannosaurus rolling straight toward him.
Cats couldn't resist batting at things, and Gangying was no exception.
At the sight of the ball-like object rolling along the ground, Gangying raised a powerful foreleg, judged the distance, and slammed his paw down!
Thud!
Drake stopped rolling at once. Gangying had pressed him so deep into the damp forest soil that he couldn't be pried out.
Having satisfied his urge to swat something, Gangying gave a huge yawn. Then he caught a scent in the air and perked up.
Wasn't this the guy Master wanted to catch? He'd delivered himself right to me! Perfect. I won't even have to lift a paw, and I can still take the credit when I get back.
Gangying hopped down from the rock and hooked a claw into Drake's clothes to lift him. But even a sturdy Marine uniform had its limits, and Drake's was already in tatters. The fabric tore under Gangying's claw.
With no other choice, Gangying dug Drake out of the mud. He caught the remains of Drake's uniform in his teeth, tossed him onto his back, and trotted happily toward his master.
Who knew how far Drake had flown? He was certainly out of sight. Trees and Flora crowded the forest, limiting an ordinary person's view to a little over ten meters. Even the trees Drake had knocked down along the way only