Andrew said to Van Helsing, "Before we go back, Van Helsing, I'll help you improve your strength first. Then we'll immediately begin hunting Evil creatures and saving the world."
"I still need to improve my strength? Aren't I already invincible?"
Van Helsing said arrogantly. Andrew sneered. "I heard someone got bitten by a wolf last night. Do you know that person?"
"How could I possibly know someone that embarrassing?"
Van Helsing looked utterly disgusted, as if that person had nothing to do with him. Carl was speechless. No wonder this guy could always pick up girls. With skin that thick, how could he fail?
"Enough nonsense. Once I've strengthened you, go kill Evil creatures immediately."
Andrew slapped Van Helsing on the shoulder, and Perfect Compound Five was injected directly into his body.
"I don't think I agreed to this yet?"
Van Helsing asked, but he was actually looking forward to it. He fought Evil creatures every day, so of course he wanted greater strength.
The next second, Van Helsing opened his mouth and let out a low growl. Black wolf fur rapidly grew across his body, and he became taller and bulkier. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a huge black wolf over two meters tall.
Compared to the huge black wolf from last night, he wasn't merely similar—there wasn't the slightest difference.
Carl and Tracy hurriedly backed away in fright. Only Andrew stared at Van Helsing speechlessly. This guy's ability was actually transforming into a Werewolf? Wolverine, just how fated were you with wolves?
Van Helsing looked at his hands and couldn't help cursing, "Shit, what did you do? Why have I turned into a Werewolf again?"
"Don't get worked up. Although you look like a Werewolf now, you aren't actually a Werewolf."
Andrew waved his