The lone wolf gazed at Wen Yan's figure in the distance. He was sure Wen Yan must have some significant backing, but he trusted his own instincts even more—Wen Yan himself probably wasn't all that strong.
That foul-mouthed cat-headed bird was even weaker. Just one blow, and he was confident he could finish off that noisy bird.
Kill them, and it would all be over. In any case, this wasn't his turf anyway.
Downwind, Lady Lie looked toward the lone wolf in the woods, her golden earrings swaying softly beneath her ears.
She was all too familiar with the type—lone wolves, grudge-bearing and vicious. Unless totally overpowered, it would always want to test the waters, to see if it could push things to the limit.
If it failed once, only then would it finally give up and retreat for good.
She noticed the lone wolf's hesitation, and she hesitated herself as well. She needed someone to test things out. She just gave a little nudge, and the lone wolf could no longer hold back.
