Bai Ziyue's gaze quickly landed on a small dog, covered in mud and filth, its fur matted together, being kicked into the air by someone.
With just one glance, Bai Ziyue could see that the young man in fine clothes found the small dog too close for comfort and lashed out in disgust.
"Awoooo!"
The small dog rolled on the ground and quickly stood up again, its eyes fierce. Seizing the moment when the young man was off guard, it rushed back to bite him.
"Courting death!"
Feeling the pain in his leg, the young man's face changed, and he kicked forcefully again.
With a loud thud, the small dog was kicked right into the wall before falling down.
At this point, the small dog's breath had become very weak, and one of its legs was clearly broken. It whimpered and struggled a few times before standing up with a limp.
