"Sorry, I just slipped," Mad Dog said as he got up, ready to continue the match.
"Mad Dog, get down here!" Jiaolong commanded sternly.
"Captain, what's wrong? I just…"
"Shut up!" Jiaolong roared. "If this were a battlefield, you'd be dead already!"
He had seen the whole thing. Jiaolong was still reeling from shock… and fear. Leng Feng's speed was terrifying.
"Are you kidding me, Captain?" Mad Dog laughed, still believing he had just tripped by accident.
"Touch your damn neck!" Hearing this, Jiaolong could no longer hold back and finally exploded.
Only then did everyone notice the thin scratch on Mad Dog's neck. It was shallow, but blood was trickling from it.
Mad Dog stared at the blood on his palm and gasped, his eyes filling with fear for the first time. I'm... injured? How is that possible?
