CHAPTER 50: A DEN OF THIEVES

Rustle. Rustle.

The rustling sound of dried leaves on the ground filled the area in an eerie manner.

In the middle of nowhere, an abandoned mansion stood, with its walls cracked and roof caved in. And yet in such a place, men were patrolling methodically, with firearms in their hands.

Lights were ablaze, and the place sounded pretty lively.

Awoool.

Amidst such a scene, the howling of a wolf sounded, but the patrolling men didn’t seem fazed or scared of coming into crossfire with wolves, even when they knew that wolves liked moving in packs and were pretty much united.

However, someone else didn’t seem to carry the same thought.

“Darn it. Can’t he just come in peace? Must he announce to the whole fucking world that he has arrived?” fuming with anger was a young woman dressed in red leather, her makeup quite bold and made her look like quite menacing.

She looked like an evil cultivator from those cultivation dramas; quite menacing.

“My lady, don’t anger yourself. Don’t you know how he likes to show off?” a man with a slightly bent back said flatteringly as he followed the women out of the eerie mansion.

The woman, however snorted as she looked in a certain direction where a brownish-red wolf could be seen approaching.

“Showing off! Do you know how much loss we have suffered in these past months? It’s as if some obsessed maniac has set his eyes on us. All of our hideouts are being wiped clean, our people dead and we have nothing to show for it. And here he dares to howl, attracting all sorts of trouble. Just a few kilometers from here, there is a camping site.

Tell me. What if those people become curious or even call the cops? Do you see us having enough time to evacuate safely with the goods?”

The more she spoke, the angrier she became.

This time, the other man didn’t dare say another word, because he knew that her concern was on point.

The higher ups were already dissatisfied with them. The losses were simply too much and until now, they haven’t found the people causing the damage.

If they attract unwanted attention this time, they might be truly done.

While the woman in red was shimmering with anger, the wolf trotted towards her. its eyes looked at her aggressively but the woman glared at the wolf and scolded it.

“You better tone down that gaze for me. Don’t make me slice you in a half!” and threatened the wolf as her hand reached for the silver dagger tucked in her waist.

When the wolf heard that, it shrugged its huge body and let out a snort before transforming right in front of her, revealing a well-built man, with numerous scars all over his body, wearing a pair of black pants.

“You have a way of welcoming others, don’t you?” the man sarcastically said as he looked at the woman in red with so much disdain and disgust.

He didn’t seem to see that his attitude wasn’t quite the best.

The woman in red let go of the dagger and rolled her eyes as she turned around, heading back into the mansion saying, “I don’t care how you do it where you came from, but in my presence, you follow my rules and orders.

This is not your fucking pack with your werewolf friends, where you can howl and act tyrant without considering the consequences,” her tone filled with chiding.

The man nonchalantly followed behind, a scowl on his face, not liking whatever was being said.

“Why are you trying to make things complicated? Even if we don’t like each other, we are definitely stuck with each other for now. You do your role, and I do mine. Its final as it is.”

The woman in red snarled as she listened to that offhand remark and without stopping in her tracks icily responded, “good, as long as you remember that. Just know that, tomorrow, we are moving the shipment. You better be as good as they make you to be!” with that, she increased her pace and moved further into the mansion, not minding the other guards guarding the hallway.

The man snickered and didn’t bother with the woman’s words. He followed her and the three of them shortly found themselves in a dimly lit cellar where the shipment was currently being held.

Looking lecherously at the huddled group of young women and children, he licked his lips, not bothering to hide his thoughts at all.

The group shivered and trembled under his watch, and the woman in red looked disgustedly at the group and coldly said, “tomorrow, you will be moving. If any of you dare to try something funny. I won’t mind sending you early to meet your makers.”

After dropping such a threat, the woman in red coldly walked away and before leaving the cellar glared at the werewolf who reluctantly followed, knowing that he couldn’t do anything to these women just yet.

There was still time until they were moved. He could have his fun.

However, if he could have known that two hours later, he would be defending his life with everything he got, he could have made a move and benefited a while.

Unfortunately, as he dodged the incoming bullets, and being surrounded from all sides, he cursed the woman in red for being unable to secure the location and ended up getting found.

Now he had to fight for his life and hopefully could escape before he truly loses his life.

While the werewolf was busy defending his own life, the others weren’t exactly in a good condition.

The woman in red was hiding behind the wall, her stomach bleeding after taking a shot.

She was loading her gun, her hands a bit shaky but the determination on her face spoke volumes.

“You think that I will just let you take over like that, you coward. Come out and face me!” feeling angry at the unseen assaulter who was only sending gunmen after them, the woman yelled angrily, hoping to let whoever was behind them to come out.

Little did she expect that her dream was about to come true.

“Are you …… perhaps looking for me?” came the response, just right in front of her, and the woman in red lost it.