Ling Pong stared at Boss dog coldly as blood slowly dripped from his bitten hand.
Chriiiick!
He tore a piece of clothing and slowly tied it around his right hand that now seemed numb.
Boss dog, on the other hand, allowed him to do so since it wouldn't make any difference.
Ling Pong noted the ends of the fabric with the help of his mouth and slowly took a fighting stance.
Even though his most dominant hand was injured, he didn't fret about using his other hand to fight.
After all, as an assassin, mastering the use of weapons with both hands was key.
So he wasn't worried at all.
He held his dagger in his other hand and spat out the accumulated saliva in his mouth.
Cupuh.
His eyes flashed with a cold light: "Stupid dog, you're going to pay for that last injury."
With that, he dashed forward ruthlessly and sent his blade towards Boss Dog's neck.
Swish.
