Kapitel 391: The Black Cliff Clan

The snowy wind prodigies were enraged as they watched Bobby steal the spoils of their kill, the Black Lightning Crocodile. It had cost them a lot of time and effort; it had a faint ancient bloodline, and its lightning bone and aquatic heart were rare. Bobby moved fast, taking the two most important parts of the crocodile. "This thieving swine!" Saul screamed. He felt a fire engulf his heart and could barely contain himself. Lucas's face was contorted, and his body trembled with rage.

"Put down our stuff, and I'll let you live!" Bobby ignored them and zipped away in an arc of lightning. If it wasn't for the fact that they were bent on killing or capturing him, they wouldn't have been tricked; they could have easily harvested their kill and let him be, but they had tried to track him down instead. He took their booty without any guilt; if he had the strength, he would have killed them. Lucas and the rest of the group weren't going to give up that easily, and they went on after him.