Chapter 253: Not Worth Its Hay

Gan Yuan was busy rolling on the spot, and with a dull thud, as the bodyguard and Sherry held their breath, the white horse's two hooves heavily stamped on the grass, with the left hoof only half a foot away from Gan Yuan.

Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the white horse charged forward again—straight toward the direction Gan Tang was running.

"Young master!"

A bodyguard anxiously aimed his gun again, but before he could shoot, a horsewhip had struck his hand from mid-air with a fierce smack.

"Do you have a death wish?" Nancy cursed out loud, "That's a purebred Arabian horse!"

Arabian horses are the most purebred descendants in the equine world, the royalty among horses, and even those with half Arabian blood are priceless, let alone a purebred like this.

Sherry frowned, unable to bear it any longer, and said, "Even so, it cannot be more important than a human life!"

Nancy curled her lip dismissively, "Has it hurt anyone..."