The pistol slipped from their hands, landing in the corner of the room, the fox didn't care about these.
Unexpectedly, Phoebe also had such skills; partnering with Fifteen, she couldn't possibly be a match for them.
The fox knew she was outmatched, got up and turned, rushing towards the balcony.
"Don't let her get away!"
Fifteen sprang up and chased after her, Phoebe raised her arm to block, and with a push on the bedpost, she leapt over the big bed, kicking the fox on the side of her waist.
This kick was much more forceful than Fifteen's last kick.
The fox only felt a piercing pain in her waist, as if her spine would break, before she flew out uncontrollably, tangling in the window veil, and smashing onto the terrace.
Bang!
The dining table on the terrace slid away, cups and plates clattering onto the ground.
The fox landed right amidst the mess, covered in meat juices, with a piece of Fifteen's leftover grilled meat stuck to her face.
