Xiling.
"Damn it, we're being ambushed." A member of the Special Investigation Department of Summer Country gritted his teeth and roared as he cleaved a werewolf in front of him with his axe.
The few people around him quickly retreated together, back to back, vigilantly watching their surroundings, about thirty to forty people in total.
A chubby member sniffed the odor on him, "We've been tampered with."
"Motherfucker, no wonder! I said we hadn't made a move yet, how did these animals beat us to the punch?" The skinny member beside him cursed as well.
Looking over there,
the werewolves on the opposite side all looked like they had seen a delicacy and were starving.
"Now's not the time to talk about this, think of a way to break out and report to headquarters."
"I've tried to communicate, but the signal here has been jammed..."
"Hold on, in at most twenty minutes, our people will come."
As they spoke, the sound of something tearing through the air was heard.
