Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiaohua darted out and bit the man's injured leg.

"ah……"

The man screamed in pain, his head buzzing.

Holding a wooden stick, his eyes red, he swung it at the snow leopard again.

Xiao Hua tore off a piece of meat and dodged away.

Meanwhile, the little Tibetan fox seized an opportunity, darted out, and bit the man's other leg.

It didn't try to take credit for itself; it took a big bite, then immediately let go and retreated into the darkness.

"ah……"

The man was in pain and angry, and he frantically swung the wooden stick.

Little Flower seized the opportunity, ran forward, and took another bite.

The man stumbled and fell to his knees in pain.

"Little Flower, Little Yellow Dog, get out of the way!"

In the distance, Lu Fangfang finally caught up.

She held a flashlight in one hand, shining it on the shadows of people on the riverbank.

Holding the gun in one hand, he aimed and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

By the riverbank, a spurt of blood appeared on the man's thigh; a bullet had pierced through his thigh.

He was in so much pain that he clutched his leg and collapsed to the ground, his body still convulsing uncontrollably.

"Aww, aww, woof~"

The little Tibetan fox cried out and immediately ran forward to bite.

Beside her, Xiaohua was also taking big bites at the man.

They both knew this person; the wound on the man's leg was from a bite Xiaohua had inflicted before.

So neither of the two little guys treated him with any courtesy, regarding him as a mortal enemy.

When Lu Fangfang arrived, the man was already clutching his head, whimpering like a dead dog.

Holding a flashlight, she shone it on the man.

The man looked to be in his forties, like an old herdsman, unremarkable, but looking at his white coat and the blood-soaked bandages on his legs, you could tell he wasn't so simple.