Zhouzhou's Danger

"Bang—" Zhouzhou pulled out a talisman to block the bullet and quickly hid behind a tree.

This damn bastard didn’t play by rules!

They had agreed not to use real guns during their match, and all their guns had been confiscated, but it turns out he had brought his own. He had been waiting for her all along.

She peeked her head out and saw that there was no sign of Augusta anymore, only a pool of blood that was flowing from his body.

Zhouzhou sneered, thinking she had overestimated him. This was all he was capable of? Hiding like a rat.

She gently stroked Jinbao's fur, and it purred contentedly.

Zhouzhou glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, took a deep breath, and nudged Jinbao, "Jinbao, go catch that big rat for me."

Jinbao rolled over, exposing its belly, and glared at her. It wasn't going anywhere. It wasn't stupid.

She wasn't even going anywhere herself.

Seeing its expression, Zhouzhou laughed, "Jinbao, you really know me well."

Of course.