"Big brother, you're letting Sweetie compete, you're not here to make us laugh, right?" Wang Yuan said, feeling very wronged.
He was genuinely scared, scared that Sweetie would lose—that was twenty-seven billion in cold, hard cash!
"Make you laugh my ass." Lin Tian cursed, glaring fiercely at him.
Sweetie spat out the mud in her mouth and groomed her pristine fur before finally turning to face the Kong Bear with a tiger-like glare, looking extremely indignant.
The Kong Bear, feeling playful again, lifted a foot and slowly brought it down.
As the giant shadow bore down on Sweetie's head, she didn't say a word, she just turned tail and ran.
Boom, boom, boom!
Several muffled thumps echoed as the Kong Bear stomped repeatedly, its feet falling faster and faster. Sweetie's little legs were soon not fast enough.