Chapter 139: The War of the Agents

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A Brazilian Rainforest black-tailed scorpion cautiously crept among the dead leaves, motionless. Its thick tail was arched high, the sharp sting shimmering in the sunlight with a dazzling cold light.

Three mice clad in green vests, each holding a wooden fork, formed a triangular formation, their slender tails coiled around their waists, eyes blazing as they stared at the prey before them, fully prepared for battle.

The standoff lasted for a few seconds.

The scorpion's tail flickered slightly, and the mouse standing in the due north position let out a shrill squeak, lunging at the scorpion's body with its wooden fork. However, as the scorpion's tail struck like lightning toward the due north mouse, the mouse feigned an attack and, with a roll, dodged out of the way.