What He Should Be Doing

To his surprise, Lu PingAn made a small fortune.

"Here, keep this. It's your Wolf Tag. Feed it regularly. It has basic intelligence, but it will only obey whoever holds the token. If you lose it, run fast. Don't count on a beast's rationality."

Even Lu PingAn hadn't expected his War Wolves to be so conspicuous on the battlefield that so many people would come to him to "borrow wolves."

Not just that night—throughout the long Trench Warfare, Lu PingAn's War Wolves had left a deep impression with both their intelligence and combat strength. It was only natural that they were now in demand, but...

"Forgive me for saying so, but you're weaker than the wolf itself. Chasing down the remaining Aus is far too dangerous."

"My brothers and friends, four of us came here together. I might be the only one going back. In this battle, I only killed one. It's not enough."

As the young man spoke, he accepted the Wolf Tag. Yet Lu PingAn could see the will to die in his eyes.

He was probably thinking that revenge would be best, but even if he truly fell here, perhaps it would be a relief. He would not have to go back and face his family.

"Someone has to bring the compensation home, right? You took part in that bloody battle too. Even if you didn't achieve much, you still have a fairly decent share of the future profits. It just needs time to be cashed out. Why not wait a little longer? Once you have money, you can give your brothers' and friends' families a better life."

Lu PingAn smiled and offered a few words of advice.

The young man looked no older than twenty. He was probably only Tier 1 and did not even have