From the previous screech, it wasn’t hard to guess that he was hurt. I was different. I had no pressure or threat now. I boldly followed the source of the sound and found a spot of soil that appeared to be protruding several centimeters from the ground. 

I squatted and saw light underneath. I admired Mr. Big Mole even more now. That man liked digging burrows. He was like an old rat! 

I raised my leg and kicked away the wooden board that was covering the tunnel. Then, I jumped into the tunnel.   

As I fell, my eyes locked onto my target. I saw Mr. Big Mole sitting cross-legged on the ground. Blood had stained his chest and mouth. He was hurt. 

As I landed, I squatted and beautifully swept my leg, which hit Mr. Big Mole’s head. He screamed and fell to the ground. I took the chance to subdue him. I pulled his arms together and immobilized...