章 487: The Lowest of the Low

At this moment, the men who had left to get the Tibetan mastiffs returned. Seeing a floor full of corpses, they were scared witless. Before they knew it, they had let go of the ropes in their hands.

From the mastiffs' throats came a low and angry growl; They looked ready to pounce at Zhong Nuannuan.

Zhong Nuannuan killed people, but she did not kill dogs.

After all, these people not only wanted to take turns raping her but also to murder her. However, the dogs were innocent, and she liked animals.

Seeing that the mastiffs were already baying and bounding towards her, Zhong Nuannuan unleashed a murderous aura. Instantly, the mastiffs—who were almost upon her—pawed at the ground, their claws carving a long gash in the concrete floor. They finally came to a halt at a distance of less than one meter away from Zhong Nuannuan.