In a hotel near Qujiang Villa, a young man suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly, "Something's wrong, something happened!"
He was Wilson, lying on the bed with two girls amidst the mess of a battle just finished.
The girls' necks were bleeding, and they were all lifeless.
Soon, thirty-odd young men came in, standing in front of him with furrowed brows, saying, "Leader, what happened?"
Wilson furrowed his brows and said, "Mo'en might be in trouble, I smelled a bloody scent, it's us werewolves'!"
These werewolves furrowed their brows, anxiously shouting, "What are we waiting for? Let's go kill them!"
"Right, we shouldn't have let Mo'en act alone just now!"
"Leader, let's go kill them!"
"..."
Wilson shook his head, "No, relying on us alone isn't safe. Mr. Zheng Xin is contacting the Japanese, maybe we can cooperate!"
The werewolves became agitated, "Why cooperate with these short and dumb races? Can't we kill them with our strength?"
