Even though he was hopelessly outnumbered, Han Ning could no longer suppress his rage. He strode forward and threw a heavy punch right at the large, dark-furred rat's head.
But the large rat didn't even budge. Instead, Han Ning stumbled back a step, his fist turning slightly red from the impact against the creature's hard skull.
"You don't even have a combat Soul Beast? You're asking to die!"
A vicious glint flashed in the eyes of a nearby burly man. He clenched his fist and threw a heavy punch straight at Han Ning's cheek.
In the nick of time, Han Ning ducked, narrowly dodging the punch. He then lunged forward, snatching the Gold-Picking Cat from the large rat's mouth. Wrenching it free, he turned and ran for his life.
But his speed was no match for the agile rats. In an instant, two massive shadows shot past him, blocking the doorway.
Three large rats and three men had them surrounded.
"Meow…"
