In the distance, on the grassland, four men were watching the chaos here from afar. The leader of the group was tall and slender with an icy complexion and a faint moonwhite glow in his eyes. He pulled out a cigarette, and with a click, the lighter produced an orange flame to light it. He took a deep drag and the tip of the cigarette slowly lit up, blue smoke billowing out of his nostrils and enveloping the area in a haze.
"The mad dog is at it again. Boss, you want me to wake him up?"
"No need, let him vent. It's been a while since he's seen blood," the leader said indifferently. "How are our people in Europe? Have they pulled out?"
"All withdrawn, quite smoothly. I was prepared for some losses, but the enemy didn't pursue at all," another man by his side responded.
Just then, the clouds that had been blocking the moonlight finally moved away. The bright moonlight shone on the grassland, revealing the figures of the men.