"Has Mortal Combat taken effect yet?"
"WOOF."
"The effect is very potent!"
"Can you calculate how much it increased?"
"WOOF."
"About a quarter, I reckon."
Wen Yu silently estimated; this meant Cyclops's physical stats now exceeded 100 points.
"So, are you ready for battle?"
"WOOF."
"All set, eagerly awaiting the boss's orders!"
"Haha, conversing with you is truly entertaining. Now then, driver, prepare to roll."
"WOOF, WOOF WOOF."
"The driver is about to start the car. Please fasten your seatbelts, passengers."
"You should save that for them, but they don't understand!"
"WHIMPER."
Cyclops suddenly drooped his head and stopped barking.
Seeing the confused and dumbfounded looks from those around him, Wen Yu felt somewhat embarrassed.
"Ahem."
Wen Yu calmly cleared his throat and said with a wide grin, "Let me translate for you. My dog means, 'The treasure chest is my master's now. Anyone who disagrees must! Die!'"
