"Specifically, to the squad." The other party spoke solemnly, "The squad's name is - Fenrir."
Everyone was taken aback, and Double Leaf was sweating coldly in an instant...
The bad premonition—it was real!
"Oh?" The smile at the corner of Van's mouth suddenly became somewhat elusive. He put away the blade that was constantly spinning between his fingers, slowly walked to the closest Sara, stared straight at the white wolf badge on his chest, and asked softly, "Ah, I'm really rude. I haven't asked about all of your affiliations till now. Where are you from?"
He dragged out the last syllables with a profound look, the light in his eyes getting colder and colder. His whole being was like an unsheathed blade, radiating a chilling glow.
"We are... in the... Fenrir squad among the Marshal Autonomous Army stationed in Stacked Rock City." Before Sara could speak, Ned suddenly answered from not far away.
