"Damn it to hell, what rotten luck, how did we run into such a jinx!"
In the midst of a frantic escape, the scar-faced man cursed loudly, even regretting coming to this deserted island.
"Boss, what do we do next?" the predator asked.
"What to do! What to do! How the hell should I know!" The scar-faced man was a bit agitated. They were unfamiliar with the terrain and environment of this island, so they could only run around like headless chickens.
"We can only take it one step at a time."
"Ah, b-boss!"
Just as the three were desperately running away, a dozen strong gorillas blocked their path from the front, roaring furiously.
"Quick, retreat!"
The scar-faced man immediately changed direction but stopped in his tracks. The group of gorillas chasing them had also caught up from behin
