Dafflin and the other two were fleeing for their lives.
They had been attacked by assassins.
Their attackers were well-trained and ruthless.
If not for One-Eyed Dragon's paper talisman warning them, they would have been taken out by sniper rifles immediately! From several hundred meters away, three sniper rifles had been trained on them at once.
At the critical moment, the paper talisman on One-Eyed Dragon's body burst into flames, alerting him to the danger. He promptly dragged the other two into a shopping mall.
Then the three changed clothes, stole a car through the back entrance, and escaped.
"Damn it, the werewolves must have learned that we discovered their secret. They're coming to hunt us down!" Dafflin said resentfully.
"The enemy is too powerful. But I have a question—why aren't the priests making a move?" Black Guy asked in distress.
"Because they need to preserve their kind image among their followers. If they acted personally and were exposed, it would shake people's faith. That's a risk they can't afford," Dafflin sneered.
One-Eyed Dragon nodded. "You're right. Our Only Way to Live now is to find the person handing out the sunglasses."
"Yeah, but I really have no idea how to find them. They just appeared in a trash can for no reason." Dafflin had a terrible headache.
"It's impossible for Ordinary People to find them, but there's one kind of person who can."
"Who?"
"Seers. Where there are werewolves, there must be seers."
"So that's it. I should have thought of that earlier." Dafflin was deeply frustrated.
He felt like he had been fumbling through everything lately, completely lacking his former calmness and decisiveness.
It was precisely that calmness and decisiveness that had made him an american football star and allowed him to survive until the end of that