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"They seem to have come back already," he turned around, quietly looking in the direction of the door, Feng Bocheng said calmly, his eyes carrying a light trace of curiosity.
"For real!" The previously drooping eyelids instantly sprang open, eyes sparkling, staring fixedly toward the direction of the main entrance without shifting his gaze.
However, the first thing that came into view was not the beauty someone had been expecting, but a... wolf!
"Bang!" The sound of someone falling over with their chair echoed.
The sharp wolf eyes lifted slightly, gleaming with a greenish light, fangs bared menacingly, and a fierce, bloody aura enveloped it, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
Ma Bocheng and Zhao Yang instinctively stood up swiftly, their guns already aimed at the Wolf King, eyes alert, hearts tense, and breathing became rapid.
Why? How could there be a wolf here?
