The sky was clear, without a cloud in sight, as the sun vigilantly surveyed the earth. The wilderness was a vast expanse of snow, devoid of any green signs of life, eerily silent. The wind, whisking up snowflakes, spiraled away. A wolf stood as still as a stone sculpture; were it not for the icy sharpness emanating from its eyes that sent shivers down one's spine, one would have surely mistaken it for a dead wolf. Luo Zheng, surprised, watched the Wild Wolf, drawing his handgun, ready for whatever may come.
Encountering a Wild Wolf in the snow was definitely bad news. Fortunately, it was a lone wolf that had strayed from the pack, its stomach sunken, presumably starving. But a starving wolf was all the more ferocious. Luo Zheng dared not be careless. With only two bullets left, he couldn't afford to be sparing in a life-or-death moment.