The blood of the injured shark quickly attracted other sharks.
Generally, members of the same species don't attack each other; it's the result of evolution. If a species becomes so ruthless as to harm its own, it would quickly become extinct.
Sharks eat their kind because their eyesight is poor; they follow the scent of blood.
A few sharks shared the injured one, and with just a few bites, the water was stained red. The bloody water gradually expanded, faded, and disappeared.
Sabrina Conner watched from the side, her face turning pale. "Sixth Master, this isn't just five or six sharks; there are at least ten."
If he had swum any slower just now, he wouldn't even have his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.
"Oh, maybe the sharks had a few more pups over the years."
Sabrina: ...
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Cliff,
