Mrs. Caroline's breath caught, and she could not speak.
This old friend, who had been part of her daily life for years, had died right before her eyes. Just as she had once received news of her husband's and child's deaths.
"Fuck, it got blocked!"
The player who had thrown the cleaver grumbled.
He asked a companion for another knife, chuckled, and raised his hand to throw again.
Just then.
Woof! Woof!
Two barks rang out, and the player felt a pain in his thigh.
Looking down, he saw that a black-and-white Border Collie had appeared beside him at some point and was biting him.
"Get lost, you damn dog!"
The player shouted in pain.
Babu released his bite, jumped up, and bit again, crushing his throat outright.
[You have died!]
The other players were startled.
Rotten Persimmon raised his gun to shoot, but to his astonishment, the Border Collie darted far away in a blur and bit another player to death.
"There's something wrong with this dog!"
Rotten Persimmon was shocked.
The Border Collie was fast and extremely aggressive, nothing like an ordinary dog.
Babu soon bit more than half the Shadow Speaker Guild's players to death. Only two or three remained, dropping their stolen goods in a panic and turning to flee.
But before they had taken more than a few steps, the Border Collie caught them and killed them with two bites.
Rotten Persimmon's group had also lost a few members. His expression darkened as he aimed at the Border Collie and fired.
Bang!
Unfortunately, the dog was too fast, and the shot only grazed one of his legs.
Yelp!
"Oh! My Babu! You poor child!"
Grief showed on Mrs. Caroline's face. Still crouching and supporting Taut's body, she looked at the wounded Border Collie.