If it really came to a fight, even Leech couldn't guarantee he'd be a match for Rocket.
In terms of raw strength and primal ferocity, magic beasts held a natural advantage over humans.
The beastman curled into a ball and shouted, "Stop, stop! I surrender!"
"Rocket!" Leech ordered him to stop.
Rocket stopped.
"Two of you, go over there and shove a gun in his mouth," Leech ordered swiftly. "If he dares to move, blow his head off."
The beastman heard Leech's order. Before the soldiers even reached him, he obediently opened his mouth, waiting for them to shove the gun inside.
Terror gripped the heart of the handsome, scaly-eyed man as he fled.
'I can't win. There's just no way!'
'It's not just that the men are skilled—there's also that terrifying magic beast. It actually beat that stupid pig so badly he was crying and begging for mercy.'
