Seeing the crowd gather, Vincent Wolf dashed away with Fast Movement.
He went to the bathroom to put on his trusty hoodie and mask before leaving calmly.
"What's going on? Why do I feel like I can't do without this equipment anymore?"
Wolf shook his head, realizing that Intimidation alone was not enough. Once he had mastered Barry's Super Grade Mimicry talent, he might not need this equipment at all.
Then he could roam the world, disguised as a thousand-faced fox.
However, this was not ancient times, and surveillance was everywhere. DNA technology could not be deceived.
Wolf estimated that Mimicry could not change his DNA, at least not at the expert level.
He returned home directly.
At home, he saw Uncle Cartwright crying with complex emotions: relief, happiness, melancholy, and worry.
"Uncle, what's wrong?" Vincent was startled.
"I'm happy for the old master!" Uncle Cartwright wiped away tears, "Finally, that little kid has grown into a qualified Beast Tamer!"
