"Who's there?"
The calm voice of a man indeed came from behind the door.
"Captain, don't shoot, it's me, it's me!"
the werewolf recited.
There was a pause inside before a voice asked in a hushed tone, "He's strong, let him be strong?"
"I tend to my sheep." the werewolf replied.
"Heaven's king covers the earth tiger?"
"Chicks stew mushrooms!"
"Turns out it's one of our own, come in."
The door opened.
The werewolf slipped in and indeed saw a handsome vampire.
He saluted and said, "Sir! You must be the agent in the organization whose code is—"
"Shut up, don't say my code name here!"
The vampire's complexion changed, and he hurriedly interrupted him.
The werewolf immediately became more cautious, speaking with a guarded expression:
"Mr. Baxter, there's an urgent matter in the organization, and I have been sent to the Immortal Country, please make the arrangements."
