Lao Liu saw that the two little tyrants had finally met their match.
His furrowed brow smoothed out. He eagerly scrambled back into the burrow, unceremoniously bit down on Xiong Er's neck, and dragged him out by force.
Xiong Er, still looking defiant, was yelping away, planning to take a few bites to vent his frustration like he usually did.
Nearby, a frightened Xiong Da scrambled over, held Xiong Er down, and forced his head to turn toward Feng Mountain.
When Xiong Er reluctantly turned his head and saw Feng Mountain, his attitude did an immediate one-eighty.
He was like an actor possessed, instantly letting out a pitiful howl as if he'd suffered some terrible injustice.
Right then and there, he proceeded to put on a show, cycling through a performance of being injured, pitiful, helpless, and wronged. One moment, he was clutching his paws in mock agony; the next, he was gazing at Feng Mountain with pathetic eyes, whimpering nonstop.
