Three opened the curtain and entered the tent.
He looked around.
The strange furnishings around made him more upset.
Just as Leon and others said, there were many products of unknown civilizations.
He knew his father well, and he knew that his father never liked to collect these things.
Was his father in front of him fake actually?
Walt looked at Three and asked, "What's wrong?"
Three didn't say anything but sniffed with his nose.
On the surface, it was still his father's smell.
But then, he felt something was different.
Like dogs, Lycans trusted their noses the most.
The nose was the most sensitive thing for Lycans.
After smelling it, Three was sure.
Although the one in front of him looked like his father.
He was no longer his father.
His face darkened.
"How dare you pretend to be my father? You're courting death."
He gritted his teeth and stretched out his cold fangs.
The fake Walt didn't know how he was exposed.