Hearing Old Qiao's words, Qin Yang lightly frowned, then looked at Old Qiao with a half-smile, his eyes seeming to see through him.
"Qin Yang kid, why are you looking at this old man like that?"
Under Qin Yang's gaze, Old Qiao's expression became somewhat uneasy.
"Old Qiao, don't think I don't know that you just want me to take action and clear out the werewolves on the list. You have quite a few names, but you don't intend to tell me. But it's fine, I'll find them myself. The werewolves that need to be killed, I won't miss a single one."
Qin Yang then withdrew his gaze, smiled faintly, and said.
"Uh..."
Upon hearing this, Old Qiao paused, his old face showing a hint of awkwardness, but then he became frank.
"Ahem, Qin Yang kid, the old man knows he can't hide from you. Yes, the old man indeed has some personal motives."
Old Qiao coughed dryly and nodded.
