Sunderland, Barren Mountain...
Lights flickered on the mountain, and everything was silent.
The Wolf Dog in the cage was lying on the ground, panting slightly as if it had fallen asleep.
"Hehe! looking at their big and fat bodies, I'm so happy that I can't sleep."
The bearded man took a puff of the inferior-quality cigarette and said in enjoyment, "This is called a bumper harvest. We fought hard with our hands. Hehe."
"Yeah, but there are too few insects these days. There's not enough to eat."
"Should we get out of the cage early? It turns out that those few are useless."
"We need to catch a few fatter women. It won't be good if we starve our baby."
The two discussed for a while and came out of the kennel.
In the yard, the fragrance filled the air. The tattooed man was squatting on the ground and smoking.
"Old Yi, it's out of the pot!"
