Fat Catfish frantically swished its tail, swimming wildly.
Old Toad rushed through the wind at high speed.
The moon ascended into the treetops.
Mysterious ripples spread across the water.
Prime General suddenly opened his eyes as an annoying presence approached from afar, speeding through the moonlight and sending up a white wave.
The peacefulness of the night was gone without a trace.
The secret of the previous day was out, as if someone had peeled off a turtle's shell and cast it into the cold wind, causing the skin to shrink.
He could be discovered at any time, feeling as if ice picks were being stabbed into his body.
Damn it.
His lifeline was in the hands of others, making him more and more furious, truly wanting to slap a frog and a fish to death.
Whoosh!
Old Toad suddenly stretched its whiskers, and Fat Catfish abruptly halted sideways, throwing a huge wave several meters high right into Great Turtle's face.
Prime General: "..."
