"*Rip!*"
The sharp sound of flesh tearing echoed from above, followed by a warm gush of blood that splashed onto Oliver Gordon's body.
He was drenched and dumbfounded.
A slender figure leapt from above, hooked its long leg and kicked the torn mutated dog up onto another extremely tall tree.
It landed gracefully.
"Little Chloe, how come you always run into these things?"
The man's low magnetic charming voice carried a smile, and his dazzling good looks were bewitching.
"*Swoosh!*"
Several cars came speeding and parked nearby.
Ethan Coates led people over quickly.
"Team Hawthorne, we'll handle it here."
"I'll take Little Chloe away first."
"What about him?" Ethan Coates pointed to the stunned Oliver Gordon on the ground.
"Drag him away."
Useless, a man reduced to this state by a mere dog.
"At least no one was hurt. We need to handle this situation as soon as possible." Ethan Coates looked at the scene, feeling a headache coming on.
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