Wang Tiandi ran, cried, and bolted.
He sprinted, spun, and leaped, presenting his rump.
Trailing behind him, the "family of three" oozed crystalline, silky mucus, their tentacles transformed into various "props," seemingly fixated on the four-legged creature with a disturbing obsession, relentlessly pursuing him.
In truth, with Wang Tiandi's enhanced condition and strength, shooting a single round or unleashing a blast could have spared him such a disgrace.
Yet, the tragic encounter at Shizaiya House had long since ground down Wang Tiandi's will to fight, leaving only fear in his heart. He didn't even think of turning around to shoot; he just wished he had more and longer legs to run faster.
The drill at the end of the tentacle whirred manically, and as it spun, spiraled spikes shot toward Wang Tiandi's twitching behind as if they cost nothing.
Wang Tiandi, feeling a cool breeze behind his backside, dodged in embarrassment and bristled with shock and rage.
