Grant grinned and turned to leave, paying no attention to the furious Musashi who had bullied him when they were young. After ten years in the military, Grant had become accustomed to life and death situations. To him, Musashi was like an ant on the road, immature and insignificant. Would you even bother to listen to the ants shouting on the roadside as you walked by? Probably not.
Ignoring Grant's expression, Musashi swung the iron chain in his hand heavily towards the ground. The Tibetan Mastiff, almost a meter tall, rushed towards Grant like a lightning bolt, opening its bloody mouth wide.
"Grant, watch out!" Mariah's face changed drastically, and she screamed instinctively.
Grant turned his head calmly and glanced over. His eyes contained an inexplicable power, like a god of war, overlooking everything.
"Heh, not running? Still standing there?"
