The underboss instinctively caught the object Su Huan tossed over. It was yellow, resembling some kind of fur.
The first feeling upon touching it was weight—it exceeded two hundred pounds!
Immediately, a cold and tyrannical aura, as if emanating from the top of the food chain, erupted from the "fur" in his hands!
This thing was alive!
The underboss's smile froze instantly, his blood seemed to halt, muscles stiffened, breath stopped.
It was fear rooted deep in his genes. The weasel in his arms suddenly opened its eyes, those small eyes showed no trace of sickness, only a fierce cold light, and with a turn of its neck, it bit towards his head.
"Crunch."
The crisp sound of a fracture stunned everyone.
The underboss's head vanished like a smashed watermelon in the weasel's mouth.
The headless corpse swayed before collapsing.
The crowd was paralyzed by the aura of the Tier Two Evolution Beast, unable even to scream, they could only watch the weasel begin its slaughter.
