"Once someone appears, listen to my command, be ready to act anytime, and never give the enemy a chance to fight back."
Blood Jackal and Old Badger exchanged a glance and straightened their spines:
"Understood, boss!"
Ghost Fox lowered his eyelids and fell silent.
The dark purple centipede perched at the base of the thumb sensed its owner's emotion, swiftly scurried along his knuckles, and then slipped back into the wide sleeve of the trench coat with a hiss.
The wind clattered the window noisily.
A heavy rainstorm loomed outside, the fierce wind swirling ominously over Peace Farm.
The farm owner's family, tied up in the corner of the wall, looked desolate.
The male owner lay on the ground, with dried blood still at the corner of his mouth.
The female owner looked bleak, using her body to shield her two children.
All four of them had their eyes closed, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
