"Start the operation!"
Outside the woods, Tom and Jerry paced back and forth anxiously like ants on a hot pan, their eyes never daring to stray from the direction of the manor.
Inside the manor, the sounds of gunfire were incessant, a fierce battle raging, while the woods here were eerily silent.
Every second that ticked by seemed to pull at their hearts, as if engaged in a tug-of-war.
If they had absolutely no chance of obtaining the Golden Benba Bottle, they might not have been so anxious.
But having heard that the treasure was already in a comrade's hands, they were torn between hope and fear.
Suddenly, the silence was broken.
A rustling sound came from deep within the woods, as if someone were swiftly weaving through it.
Tom and Jerry instantly became alert, their heads snapping around, backs straightening, as their hands swiftly raised the rifles they carried.
