Mino had been prepared. He dodged immediately. Sal chased after him, and the two of them began darting around, chasing and swatting at each other.
Watching the "little kitty" run, Nina said worriedly, "Little Flower, stop running—be careful or your wounds will split open!"
Sal wasn't listening at all. He kept chasing Mino relentlessly, looking ready to fight to the death.
I swear I'll kill this stinking male today.
Nina rubbed her temples and couldn't be bothered to interfere. She calmly continued eating her meat.
Only when Sal was completely exhausted did he finally stop. His whole body ached as he curled up on the table beside Nina, panting heavily.
He glared resentfully at Mino. Just you wait. Once I recover, I'll kill you immediately.
Mino leaned against the stone wall, wearing a mocking expression, as if saying, Come on, brat—hit me if you can.
Suppressing the murderous intent surging inside him, Sal turned his head away and stopped looking at Mino.
