Downstairs.
Forsythia Brown had taken in Silver Fox, and Mindo turned to her subordinate, saying, "You go up first."
Her subordinate, touched, replied, "Madam, you should go up first."
"Stop the nonsense! Hurry!" In the midst of speaking, Mindo grabbed the subordinate and threw her upwards.
The subordinate stepped onto the climbing gear, then leveraged it to jump up to the second floor. Once stable, she quickly turned back to look at the courtyard.
In the courtyard, the pack of wolves was only a meter away from Mindo.
Her own lady had given her the hope of life first. Thinking thus, the subordinate felt even more moved, gripping the railing tightly with one hand and extending the other towards Mindo below, "Madam, come up quickly."
Mindo looked at the encircling pack of wolves and smiled coldly, then with a flick of her wrist, the climbing gear propelled her straight upwards.
The upward speed was fast, but one wolf, unwilling to let go, still leapt up.
