Bloodthirsty Servant

"Awo—" Werewolf Hunter opened its mouth. Its ferocious long and large narrow mouth wanted to say something, but it could only make out sounds that were unique to the werewolves, like a hungry howl.

Lin Jie checked the status of the Werewolf Hunter, there were no prompt messages. Even the mission noticeboard was empty. How could a Bronze Character Card be so trashy? According to the grading system of the Character Cards, those above bronze would definitely have a mission.

Werewolf Hunter became more and more anxious, the pain of being unable to express itself made it squat down. Suddenly, the Werewolf Hunter's eyes brightened. Its sharp claws on its left hand slit its right palm, blood splurging out intensively.

"Timmy…" A big bloody word was written on the hard granite floor with its injured palm. The Werewolf Hunter looked at the handsome blond boy in front of it, revealing an ugly smile.