Two groups of black grassland wolves were tearing into each other over territory. Hao Ren realized that one of them was unmistakably the pack of highly intelligent, human-speaking idiots he knew.
Perhaps because he had a Husky spirit at home who was, in a manner of speaking, related to wolves, Hao Ren felt a certain kinship with these idiotic black wolves. When he saw Becky beside him already resting a hand on her sword hilt, seemingly ready to charge down and slaughter her way through the fight, he hurriedly grabbed her arm. "Wait. There are people I know in there... Er, wolves."
Becky frowned at Hao Ren. "You hit your head that hard?"
"I did not freaking damage my brain!" Hao Ren was nearly driven mad by the question, but he still calmed himself down. "I've dealt with one of the packs. Wait before you attack. I'll go say hello first, then you can act on my signal."
With that, Hao Ren leaped over the small mound and landed outside. Becky only had time to open her mouth and say, "Huh—" before she had to swallow the rest of her sentence: "Why should I listen to you?"
By then, Hao Ren had already rushed to the edge of the depression at top speed and was heading toward the wolf king he knew. His conspicuous approach naturally escaped none of these sharp-sensed beasts. The wolf king and several black wolves beside it abruptly turned their heads, and Hao Ren heard a black wolf with a badly leaking mouth shriek in alarm, "B-B-Boss! That Tough Human is back!"
Hao Ren nearly pitched headfirst into the ground. He felt that the way these black wolves put words together was truly astonishing.
"Don't panic! I'm here to help!" Hao Ren called out to the