Is It Still Time to Apologize?

The agreed time, the agreed place, and the agreed... weather forecast.

Starting at dusk, the rain intensified, becoming a torrential downpour by midnight. Dense rain poured down from the sky, creating a curtain of water that seemed to stretch from heaven to earth, as if the entire city had been moved into the sea.

The train station, the place where the Werewolf attacked Amelia, is where Russell and Lucian agreed to meet.

Besides Amelia, Russell also brought Michael and Selene along. Bringing bargaining chips to the negotiating table was unwise and could very likely lead to Lucian flipping the table and snatching them away. However, Russell did not hesitate and brought them along anyway.

The main reason is that I've seen too many melodramatic stories, and I'm not confident leaving Michael at home. It's more reassuring to have him by my side.

Splash splash splash————

A dense mass of dark shadows rushed in from afar, the rain pouring down, outlining blurry figures; a rough count revealed that they numbered well over three digits.

Lucian arrived at the train station with over a hundred henchmen. There was nothing shameful about it; he was going to the appointment alone because it was Russell's unilateral request, which he had never agreed to.

That's normal. After all, he's the leader of the Werewolf clan. If he really dared to go to the appointment alone, the Werewolf would have all died out six hundred years ago.

Hundreds of underlings stood in the rain. Lucian stepped onto the platform steps, patted the rain off his clothes, and wore a calm and gentlemanly smile.

With hundreds of underlings backing him up, he had to maintain a composed smile.

Selene was on high alert, raising her hand to press the two pistols at her waist. The stench of dogs in the air made her extremely tense.

Lucian stared at her face for two seconds, his brows furrowing slightly, before his eyes lit up as he looked at Michael.

The eerie green gaze was so aggressive, it seemed to scream "cannibalism," that Michael dared not meet its eyes and hid behind Russell.

Suddenly, Lucian felt a burning gaze. He turned his head and saw that it was Amelia, who was looking at him while pursing her lips, as if she had seen something delicious.

Lucian's heart skipped a beat. Things weren't as simple as he had imagined. He suppressed his urge to forcibly take it and decided to observe the situation first before making a decision.

"Hello, Lucian, leader of the Werewolf. I am Russell, the person you agreed to meet."

Lucian glanced at Amelia with suspicion, guessing Russell's identity as probably a lover or something similar, and smiled, "Father, thank you very much for bringing me what I asked for, even though it's two days late."

"No, you've misunderstood. We're here to negotiate, not to deliver gifts!"

"Heh, Father, haven't you grasped the current situation?"

"Chief Lucian, you're the one who hasn't grasped the situation."

Lucian's expression turned cold. "Are you sure?"

You can give it a try!

Lucian narrowed his eyes slightly, judging that Russell was putting on a brave face. Moreover, with Michael and Amelia so close, just one step away from becoming the perfect hybrid, he couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly raised his arm.

Rumble!!

A thunderclap exploded overhead, and to Lucian's astonishment, the lightning swirled and struck Russell.

The next second, the leaping Electric Arc solidified and separated from Russell's body, materializing into a giant silver wolf!

A ferocious beast transformed from lightning!

The giant wolf was enormous, with indistinct facial features and fur that occasionally bristled like Electric Arc, but its blue wolf eyes were cold and fierce, as if it were about to devour anyone at any moment.

Russell raised his hand, and the giant wolf immediately lowered its head obediently, resting its chin on Russell's palm and closing its eyes in pleasure.

Crackling sounds!

An arc of lightning exploded at Russell's feet, the leaping lightning narrowly avoiding several people before retracting back into his body after repeating this twice.

Lucian was stunned, unsure whether to raise his hand or not. His hundreds of henchmen were in a similar state; once they recovered, they swarmed forward, transforming into more than two Werewolf, surrounding the platform and roaring.

"Get back here, you piece of trash! Who let you in? Didn't you see I was talking to the Werewolf leader?"

Russell stroked the giant wolf's chin twice, and the wolf opened its narrowed eyes, leaping into the air and transforming into a lightning blade that shot straight into the dark sky.

Rumble!!

The dense, gloomy clouds suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and a winding Lightning Snake streaked across the sky. Thunder roared and boomed, showering down intense light while also unleashing an immense, oppressive force.

The air seemed to freeze instantly, making it incredibly difficult to even breathe!

A thunderous roar shook the earth. The brief thunderstorm ended, and the rain that blanketed London intensified again, blurring the line between heaven and earth.

"I'm sorry, Chief Lucian, if I had known the weather would be this bad, I certainly wouldn't have chosen this time... But rest assured, this small deviation can be corrected very quickly."

As he spoke, Russell, without waiting for Lucian to react, slightly raised his hand.

In an instant, the heavy rain stopped abruptly. The dark clouds remained, but not a single drop of rain fell. But it wasn't over yet. The dark clouds parted in the middle, and the bright moonlight shone down, illuminating everything except the train station.

"Roar... roar... roar..."

The hundreds of Werewolf lackeys, their voices hoarse, consciously withdrew from their Werewolf forms, silently picked up their discarded leather jackets, and put them on. They wanted to stand behind Russell, but fearing rejection, they remained silent, heads bowed, pretending to be just passing by.

Glug!

Lucian's mouth went dry. He glanced at the Cross necklace on Russell's chest and swallowed hard. He took back his earlier words; he hadn't really assessed the situation. And... was it too late to apologize now?

Michael and Selene looked at God with expressions of awe; in their upbringing, only God could do something like that.

As for Amelia, she was swallowing hard as she watched Russell's retreating figure, her legs agape.

Under everyone's gaze, Russell looked puzzled. "Chief Lucian, what are you doing raising your arm? Do you intend to raise your arm and call for your underlings to rush up and beat me up?"

"No, no, I just... my nostrils are a little itchy."

Under the jubilant gazes of hundreds of Werewolf underlings, Lucian stuffed his little finger into his nostril, rummaged around in it a couple of times, and then revealed a simple and honest smile, rubbing his little finger on his leather jacket.

"Chief Lucian..."

"You can just call me Lucian. I'm not a leader. Everyone just calls me that for fun."

"Little Lu, there's something I'd like to discuss with you today..." Russell with satisfaction, patting Lucian on the shoulder.

"You can decide for me, I have no objections!"

"This... isn't quite right. After all, an alliance is a matter for both parties. If you do this, people will say I'm forcing people. Don't be shy, just say what you think. I'm a very understanding person."

"No, it is my honor to form an alliance with you."

"Aren't you going to ask who the enemy is?"

"Whoever you say it is, that's who it is!"