In the dense jungle, a whistle blew, and a man in camouflage clothing put away his weapon and snapped his fingers, "Job's done!"
Suddenly, the man's eyes flashed, and he swiftly sidestepped two steps away. His companion, who lunged at him from behind, couldn't stop in time and fell face-first into the mud.
"Pfft... pfft... Why are you dodging like a leopard?" the companion complained, climbing up from the ground.
"If I didn't dodge, should I just wait to be tackled by you?" The Leopard snorted, casting a disdainful glance at his companion, "You're not some great beauty, you know, I'm not interested in men."
Companion: "..."
Hell, talking as if he was interested in men!
He's straight too, okay?
"The mission was completed ahead of time, I was just trying to celebrate a little," the companion said gloomily, staring at The Leopard. This guy, agile like a leopard, but his tongue, it's just too venomous.
