Did I draft Kim Jung-tae?

On the light screen, after receiving Jin Zhengtai's order, the dozen or so canine-jawed beasts began to move in one direction.

Their subconscious minds told them that there was an endless supply of food in that area!

So they had to go and see what was going on.

They climbed over hills, passed through thickets, and waded through shallow streams, finally arriving at a wide, moist riverbed.

The soil here is dark gray and soft to the touch, like stepping on dough.

The air was filled with the smell of damp earth and a faint fishy smell.

It was very quiet around; there were no birds chirping, no insects humming, not even the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves.

But the canine-jawed beasts sensed something was wrong.

Even though there was nothing around, why did I feel like countless eyes were staring at me?

The feeling was strange, like being watched by something, but you couldn't find the source of the watching.

Their noses sniffed the air, detecting the scents of some unfamiliar animals.

The smell was strong and intense, like the odor of some large reptile.

They listened intently, but there was no sound.

The riverbed was deathly still, so still that you could hear your own heartbeat.

I actually felt a strange, unsettling sensation.

But the river was just a stone's throw away, and having traveled such a long way, they were already starving and thirsty. So they didn't have time to think and walked towards the river on the wet riverbed.

The water was right in front of me, just a few dozen steps away.

Drink some water first, then go look for food.

The riverbed is actually similar to a swamp, dark and damp, but there are some obvious differences.

Besides some small, shady creatures, swamps also harbor a large number of bacteria and viruses, whereas riverbeds do not.

The water in a swamp is stagnant, while the water in a riverbed is flowing.

The mud in a swamp is rotten mud, and the mud in a riverbed is silt.

In addition, although the riverbed is soft to step on, it is definitely not like a swamp where you might sink into any area you step on.

As long as you don't stray from the path and stay along the riverbank, the route is safe.

At this moment, the canine-jawed beasts walked towards the riverbank, stepping on the soft riverbed.

The first hound-jawed beast could already see the river surface. The water was so clear that you could see the stones and aquatic plants at the bottom.

It quickened its pace, stuck out its tongue, and prepared to lick the cool river water.

Just then, a canine-jawed beast suddenly let out a whimpering sound.

The sound was urgent and sharp, as if something terrifying had been discovered.

Its front legs were slightly bent, its body was tucked back, its tail was tucked between its legs, and its eyes were fixed on its feet.

The other canine jaw beasts immediately stopped in their tracks and turned to look at the canine jaw beast that had made the noise.

Their ears stood up, their noses sniffed the air, and their eyes stared straight ahead.

Then they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Suddenly, the muddy ground beneath the hound's feet began to rise. The patch of ground it stood on first bulged slightly, as if something was about to emerge from beneath. Then the bulge grew larger and higher, and the mud slid off the top of the bulge, revealing a layer of rough, grayish-brown scales.

A pair of cold, ruthless eyes slowly opened, staring down at them.

That was the crocodile that the observers of the Indian civilization tied together.

After a thousand years of development, the crocodiles that observers of the Indian civilization have bound together are even more terrifying than before.

They were generally over three meters long and weighed four to five hundred kilograms. Their size was even comparable to some modern crocodiles.

It is strong and robust, with a more imposing physique, thicker and denser scales, and a stronger and more ferocious bite!

They are undoubtedly the top predators of this era.

The crocodile that the canine jaw beast was stepping on was particularly exaggerated in size, measuring more than four meters long, with its head alone measuring one meter.

It lay motionless on the mudflat, disguised as a lump of mud, not even opening its eyes.

It didn't move when the canine jaw beast stepped on it, and it didn't move when the canine jaw beast realized something was wrong.

It waited until all the canine-jawed beasts stopped and looked in this direction before slowly opening its eyes.

For this uninvited outsider who immediately trampled on their heads and acted rather rudely, the crocodile's return gift was also very simple.

It tossed its head upwards, then opened its mouth and tore the canine-jawed beast to shreds in one bite.

A cracking sound echoed across the riverbed as bones shattered.

Before the canine jawed beast could even scream, its body was sliced ​​in two by the crocodile's teeth.

Blood gushed out, splattering on the face of the hound-jawed beast beside him, on the mud, and on the river.

The crocodile began to chew. It crushed bones and swallowed flesh, making crunching sounds.

The sound of teeth grinding against bone and tongues licking bits of flesh mingled together, sending chills down the spines of every creature present.

The chewing sound intimidated other canine jawed beasts.

Their four legs were trembling, their tails were tucked tighter, and their eyes were wide open.

Several canine jawed beasts began to retreat, step by step, cautiously, for fear of making a sound.

The best way to deal with a vicious dog is to grab a stick and beat it. It won't even dare to bite you and will run away because it knows it can't win.

That's what the canine-jawed beasts were thinking at that moment.

Although one of their brethren died, they did not think of avenging their brethren at all, but instead decided to run away!

As they kept retreating, that feeling from before resurfaced, as if they were being watched by countless eyes around them.

It wasn't an illusion, it wasn't a hallucination, I was really being watched.

Moreover, they are being watched not by just one pair of eyes, but by dozens or even hundreds of pairs of eyes.

Just then, several more canine jaw beasts let out whimpering sounds. The remaining canine jaw beasts instinctively turned their heads to look, and then saw a scene that filled them with despair.

All around them, crocodiles had gathered without anyone noticing.

Emerging from the mud, crawling out from behind the bushes, floating up from the water.

Dozens of crocodiles, large and small, blocked all their escape routes.

Some lured the crocodiles to lie in front, some to guard behind, some to block the left, and some to obstruct the right...

Alligators were attracted from all directions...

Oh no! I'm surrounded by handsome young men and crocodiles!

Upon seeing this scene, the South Korean audience, who had initially thought Kim Jong-tae was about to pull some kind of trick, completely lost their composure.

[Damn it, Kim Jong-tae, is this what you meant by making the original crocodile pay the price?]

Are you fucking torturing yourself? You son of a bitch! Sending that canine-jawed beast to its death, is that your plan?

Destroy it, just destroy it already! This stupid game is better left unplayed.

"You idiot, why did you have to provoke the Primal Crocodile of the Dragon Kingdom? If you hadn't provoked the Primal Crocodile, the Canine Jawed Beast wouldn't have gone into the water. If it hadn't gone into the water, it wouldn't have been killed by the Primal Crocodile. If it hadn't been killed, it wouldn't have wanted revenge. If it didn't want revenge, it wouldn't have provoked the Primal Crocodile. If it hadn't provoked the Primal Crocodile…"

[Did Manager Tong do it too?]