Twenty-five hours later, inside a private residence.
Crack, crack.
The crisp sounds reached the little assistant's ears. Lying on the bed, her eyelids twitched. She felt a slight stabbing pain in her lower abdomen, but fortunately, it no longer affected her ability to fight. A smile appeared on her face.
"It's so noisy..."
The little assistant was still somewhat groggy. She raised her hand from beneath the blanket, and the soft blanket slid down, revealing her fair arm wrapped in bandages as it rested on the edge of the bed.
A moment later, the little assistant's breathing became steady. The warm, dry bedclothes made her reluctant to open her eyes.
Crack, crack...
There was that strange sound again. The little assistant furrowed her brows.
Bang!
The bed beneath the little assistant suddenly collapsed to one side. Her expression turned bewildered. A moment later, she heard claws scraping against the floor, followed by what seemed to be something shaking its fur.
"Huh?"
The little assistant was clearly dumbfounded. Thick curtains blocked the sunlight from the window, leaving the room somewhat dim.
The little assistant sat up, and the blanket slid off her body. Although she was naked, she was not exposed, as large swaths of bandages covered her body.
When the little assistant looked around, her body stiffened. Five Snowfield Wolves had come into view. One of the strongest had a scar over its eye. As for the other four, the little assistant felt that some strange creatures seemed to be mixed among them, but she could not identify them for the moment.
The little assistant, sitting on the bed, no longer dared to move. She knew what kind of creatures Snowfield Wolves were. At this distance, even if she had a gun in her hand, she would still be buried