"What's there to be afraid of? Just do what I said. If something goes wrong, I'll take responsibility," Cena snapped, his tone laced with a veiled threat.
"Alright," Anason nodded reluctantly, sighing as he disappeared into the dense forest.
John watched the scene unfold and let out a mocking chuckle.
With his extraordinary hearing, he had naturally overheard the entire conversation.
Cena planned to have Anason lure the wolf pack to ambush him.
But John was unfazed. According to the old village chief, the Demon Wolves were intermediate-level fierce beasts, not significantly stronger than the Tusked Wild Boars.
With his current stats—his four core attributes exceeding 2,000 points, and his strength nearing 3,000—killing intermediate-level beasts would be a simple task.
"Brother Cena, shouldn't we set up traps?" one of the hunters asked, confused by Cena's lack of preparation.
