Both fell to the ground, with Sang Biao gripping "Guo Xiaohua"'s neck tightly.
He hadn't given up because he heard the sound of his subordinates rushing from behind.
"FML! Hurry up and get over here! Help me take this beast down!"
The strength of "Guo Xiaohua" was immense, causing Sang Biao's voice to tremble and become hoarse.
The two were locked in a desperate struggle, one pressing down hard wanting to bite, the other resisting fiercely, trying to buy time.
On the surface, the two seemed evenly matched, but a closer look revealed that a trace of smugness had crept up on the corners of Sang Biao's mouth.
Because he could hear clearly, the footsteps of his subordinates were getting closer and closer, and as soon as they arrived, the beast on him would be no threat.
"Damn it! Hurry up! What the hell are you doing? Has all the food you've eaten been for nothing?" Sang Biao urged, impatience creeping in.
