Seeing Young Master Xie Off

There were five people in the living room.

Three were dead, and two were alive.

The hooligan leader leaned on the sofa and lay on his back weakly, cold sweat dripping down his face.

His eyes were filled with unprecedented fear.

In modern society, who had the chance to see such a thing?

He thought that it was a little orange cat, but he did not expect it to be a tiger.

It was like a dream. Or rather, he yearned extremely for all of this to be a nightmare.

However, that was not the case. The companions who were still alive not long ago were not far away. They were all silent. They either fell to the ground or lay on the sofa with their eyes wide open.

In the blink of an eye, they were killed.

Moreover, he was extremely sure that he was still alive not because he was very impressive.

The tiger sat beside him and even hugged his shoulder. They sat side by side on the sofa, like two good brothers talking about the past.