To Me, It Is Only Logical To Seize By Force

With that, Gu Mengmeng used her resting finger to gently graze the black wolf print.

A tiny prickling pain was accompanied by a flash of white light.

Elvis appeared behind Harold as if he was a messenger from hell.

Gu Mengmeng smiled faintly without moving, while watching Harold's pupils shaking violently. He had a stronger sense of danger compared to ordinary people because he had spent so many years fighting with blood and knives.

All the fear in his heart was written all over his face, yet he did not have the courage to take a look behind him.

He was encapsulated by a thick bloody smell, and a cackling noise sounded as if someone was moving the joints of their neck, preparing for attack.

The hand holding his walking stick started to tremble, as he took a deep breath before throwing it backwards aggressively.

There was a button on the walking stick, where if pressed, would eject a sharp knife.