In the stormy weather, Fox Wolf's face was cold as iron, and his indifferent eyes burst with intense killing intent, like a volcano about to erupt. His gaze swept over the panicked crowd, wishing he could eliminate them all on the spot. For this operation, Fox Wolf had gathered countless desperados and promised them great rewards, only to find that these usually ruthless killers had all turned into scared cats now.
Since receiving the secret report, Fox Wolf knew his enemies were coming, and he wouldn't miss such a perfect opportunity for revenge. Whether he could restore the reputation of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group depended on this. He had set up a clever ambush and had also gathered numerous desperados. Still, he had miscalculated one thing; Fox Wolf hadn't expected his opponents to break through by charging from the front, rendering many of his preparations useless, and forcing him into a passive pursuit.
