"Quick, catch him!"
"Over there, don't let him escape!"
Bang bang bang—
Through the coconut grove, Taotie, carrying the Strange Dagger, sprinted wildly, pursued relentlessly by dozens of Ragnarok Mercenaries.
Shouts, gunfire—
Endlessly resounding, countless bullets grazed past Taotie's scalp and body.
Causing Taotie to curse continuously, forced to dodge and flee to avoid being bitten by the bullets.
Taotie wasn't afraid of these mercenaries; Taotie feared the bullets and guns in their hands.
Taotie hurriedly counted; there were thirty-six Ragnarok Mercenaries biting at his heels in pursuit, constituting three full structured mercenary squads.
Their equipped weaponry was comprehensive.
They even had rocket launchers and grenades, heavy weapons of mass destruction.
With such an arsenal, never mind Taotie.
Anyone who gets bitten would have to run.
