"Get ready?" Hao Ren could not keep his feet still when the MDT told him to get ready to fight. "Ready for what? Do I really have to fight with the wolves?"
Hao Ren looked at what he was wearing. He was unarmed. He was wearing pyjamas and no shoes! He roughly remembered that every black wolf on the prairie was taller and bigger than him! The MDT had actually told him confidently to "get ready" under such circumstances. He had the sudden urge to tie the piece of junk to a rope and turn it into a bolas. It was the only armed method he could think of in his position.
The MDT pretended to be unaware of the dissatisfaction in Hao Ren's tone. It swung into Hao Ren's pocket and inexplicably said, "You’ve got your pay but, how much you can take out this time depends on you."
As Hao Ren was about to ask the MDT what it meant, an audible rustle suddenly came from the nearby bushes. The wolves had seemingly noticed that they had alerted their "prey" and quickly shrank the blockade.
