C742 Wolves

The wolf bared its sharp teeth at the prey before it, its claws capable of easily tearing through a child's belly. It could already smell the milky scent on the little girl, making it all the more eager for a meal.

Gong Beicheng stood his ground, shielding Changge behind him. He drew his knife, its bright, sharp blade aimed at the wolf, and let out a growl similar to the beast's