The Vajra’s eyes rolled back and showed their whites. Although his body was almost immune to any forms of damage done to him, he still staggered and tottered with a muddled mind. He could not bear the pain any longer since his body had been rendered weak and limp all over.
However, he refused to resign himself to defeat; he was exacerbated. He wanted to unleash his anger in the form of revenge.
Especially when he realized that the other attacker was also a mother*cking cow!
"Had I fallen into a cattle pen today?" the Vajra was about to vent out a tirade of cursing and swearing.
He was fuming with rage. Was his undoing going to come in the hands of a pair of cows?
One was big and the other small, but why were they both so black?
In the eyes of the Vajra, the blackness of their fur had spread to pollute their heart, their mind and their dignity. What kind of shamelessness would it take for someone to be so fond of attacking someone from behind their back?
