Mo Sang's face was slightly pale, but her dark complexion made it unnoticeable.
She was determined to die here today, but before dying, she must kill this man. If she must die, it should be meaningful.
Clenching her fists tightly, she suddenly let out a roar and charged toward Sara.
Sara sat there calmly, a mocking smile on her lips, unmoved by the scene.
The Bulldog swiftly pounced over, biting Mo Sang's leg and dragging her to the ground. This Bulldog was clever, clearly specially trained, its sharp fangs avoiding the muscle on Mo Sang's leg.
"Get off." Mo Sang struggled with all her might, the Bulldog pressing onto her, its breath reeking of stench, saliva dripping onto her face, making Mo Sang nauseous enough to vomit.
Sara watched with a smile, listening to Mo Sang's screams, her smile growing deeper.
