In the lush mountain forest, a troupe of mercenaries with their faces covered in paint was approaching a cave like specters.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Gunshots rang out as the adult wolves guarding the cave fell to the ground.
In the cave, a child of eleven or twelve years old cuddled with a mother wolf, playing with several wolf pups.
Hearing the gunfire, the mother wolf's sharp ears suddenly stood erect, emitting a low growl.
Near the cave, mostly mother wolves and wolf pups were gathered. They, too, sensed the danger, clustering together, anxious and restless.
Oriental Hawk waved his hand to his mercenaries and commanded, "Search! The old man hid a pile of gold, and now it all belongs to us!"
He had set his sights on this place three years ago but had held off due to the fearsome wolf pack.
Now that the old man was busy fighting Zhan Long with the wolf pack, he could sit back and profit from their struggle, seizing the fisherman's gain—an ingeniously dual-purpose plan.
