THWACK!
The Ma Lu, its hind leg bitten, lifted that very leg and kicked backward, its hoof landing squarely on the black dog's left foreleg.
"AWOOO..."
With a miserable yelp, the black dog was sent flying. It crashed onto the slope and tumbled down a couple of times.
BANG!
BANG!
Two more gunshots rang out. Zhao Jun had fired twice.
The first shot missed, the bullet flying over the Ma Lu's spine. But the second bullet shot straight into the Ma Lu's neck.
The instant the bullet hit the Ma Lu's neck, its two forelegs reared up before it collapsed to the side. Blood gushed from the wound, and it soon stopped breathing.
Only then did Xiaohua arrive. It pounced on the Ma Lu's body and began to tear at it.
"Quick!" Zhao Jun didn't have time to check on the prey. He quickly turned and waved Li Baoyu over.
The two of them ran to the black dog's side. When they saw it, they exchanged a look and both thought the same thing: 'This is bad.'
