Besides Money, I Have Nothing

In the center of the forest, on a clearing covered with fallen leaves and branches, a thick log stood in the soil, with a handsome young white man hanging from it.

The young man was suspended by his hands, the ropes were loosely tied, or rather, he reached out and grabbed the ropes himself, pretending to be suspended.

Considering that cameras had not yet been invented and it was impossible for film crews to go into the mountains to shoot, and that playing outdoors was not popular these days, the young man tied himself to a log, actually using himself as bait to lure the enemy into attacking.

The young man was none other than Prince Wicken, whom Russell and the others were looking for. His sister, Princess Anna, and several servants were hiding in the bushes, setting a trap to capture and kill Count Dracula's henchman, a Werewolf.

Apart from the open space in the center of the cylinder, the surrounding dense forest was dark and gloomy, and the white mist made visibility unclear.

The work of baiting is extremely dangerous; a slight mistake could lead to death. Wicken had been on tenterhooks for a long time and was already a frightened bird. The slightest disturbance made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Just then, a faint growl echoed from the dense forest. Wicken's muscles tensed, sweat trickling down his temples. After a moment, seeing the Werewolf remain motionless, he suppressed his fear and used a provocation. "Hey, I know you're there. Dracula sent you here to kill me. What are you waiting for?"

"Roar—"

The wolf howled, its massive form bursting forth with a gust of wind, its hind legs stomping heavily on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it pounced on Wicken.

The moment the Werewolf roared, Wicken grabbed the rope, flipped over, and leaped onto the log, narrowly avoiding the Werewolf's attack.

He dared to bring men to hunt Werewolf, and even used himself as bait, having made thorough preparations long ago. He leaped up from the log, grabbed the hanging rope mid-air, and someone in the bushes turned a pulley, lifting him high into the air.

The laughter won't last more than three seconds!

As they walked further and further away from the Werewolf, the pulley suddenly jammed, leaving Weeknd hanging in mid-air with a look of utter disbelief. The Werewolf, meanwhile, swiftly climbed onto the log, its massive body leaping repeatedly, each claw strike barely dodged by Weeknd.

"Pull me up quickly!!"

With the Werewolf's claws and gaping maw right beneath his feet, Wicken was terrified; he could even smell the stench of its bad breath.

Seeing her brother's life hanging by a thread, Princess Anna disregarded everything else, leaped out of the bushes, and charged at the Werewolf.

Since Anna was also on the kill list, the Werewolf saw her and immediately turned away from Wickham, jumped off the log, roared fiercely in mid-air, and then... fell into the pit.

In the bushes, the waiting servants cut the trap ropes, and a huge iron cage rose from the pit, trapping the Werewolf inside.

Wicken drew his pistol loaded with Silver Bullets and fired. He was knocked away by the rising iron cage and landed on a tree branch, sustaining minor injuries, but the pistol was nowhere to be found.

A crowd surged from the bushes, and seven or eight servants rushed out, raising their guns to fire at the Werewolf.

Strangely, they devised a complicated plan, including surveying the dense forest, digging pits to bury iron cages, and even Wickham risking his life, but they were unwilling to buy a few more Silver Bullets.

A group of people fired wildly for a while, but the Werewolf was completely unharmed; instead, it broke the ropes that were suspending the iron cage.

When people are unlucky, even drinking water can cause toothache. Some people are unlucky because of bad luck, while others are unlucky because they didn't do their job properly beforehand.

Anna belonged to the latter group. Just as she was about to pick up the pistol loaded with Silver Bullets, a large iron cage appeared in front of her as it fell from the sky.

The iron cage hit the ground, breaking into shattered bones. The Werewolf and Anna faced each other, their smiles gradually turning sinister.

The servants fled in terror. Anna didn't even have time to pick up her gun. Without a word, she took off in a flash, disappearing from sight.

"Roar!!" The Werewolf tore through the iron cage and chased after Anna on all fours.

Beauty, Beast, grove...

After a chase, Anna's face turned pale. There was an abyss ahead, and nowhere to escape!

A bloody wind swept in, and howls were close at hand. Anna barely managed to raise her longsword, facing the Werewolf leaping into the air, her eyes filled with determination.

At the critical moment, Wickham unleashed his sister-complex power, overtaking the Werewolf in two steps, pushing his sister Anna aside, and resolutely opening his arms to prepare to go to the abyss with the Werewolf.

In summary, Wickham and Anna's bait tactic was too idealistic, and harsh reality refused to accept it, resulting in a series of absurdities during the implementation of the plan, which was a complete mess from beginning to end.

Hmm... Fortunately, the rot is fairly even, with no particularly prominent rotten spots!

Barring unforeseen circumstances, Wickham and Anna will pay a bloody price for their recklessness and rashness, while the survivor will learn from their mistakes and grow into a strong warrior overnight.

However, unexpected events always follow one after another. The hero saving the damsel in distress is not only the brother's privilege, but also that of a passing wild exorcist.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and a burst of blood erupted beside the Werewolf. Its fierce howl turned into a whimper, and its body fell to the ground, rolling twice.

Werewolf have amazing regenerative abilities, and their wounds healed rapidly. Seeing the dire situation, Wickham grabbed his sister Anna and fled. The two ran until they reached the source of the gunshot, where they found their saviors.

A procession of twelve fast horses appeared. Russell tucked his Desert Eagle into his sleeve and looked down at them, saying, "Seeing how disheveled you two are, I presume you must be Prince Wicken and Princess Anna?"

The words were a bit harsh, but Wicken couldn't repay the life-saving grace, so he didn't take it to heart and hurriedly said, "Everyone, get out of here quickly. Only Silver Bullets can kill the Werewolf, and it's about to catch up."

As they were talking, Weeknd saw Selene riding on horseback and froze on the spot. At the same time, Michael also saw Anna and was equally dumbfounded.

Two Selene (Annas ), double the happiness?

Selene and Anna were stunned, staring at each other speechlessly for a long time. Van Helsing finally understood why the townspeople said someone was impersonating Princess Anna. The resemblance was too perfect; aside from the hairstyle being almost identical, even... cough cough, he would believe they were sisters.

"Roar—"

A roar of fury followed, the intense pain fueling the Werewolf's ferocity. It lunged forward, transforming into a blur as it charged from the cliff edge, then... abruptly came to a stop.

The Werewolf hissed and howled, barking repeatedly at Russell and the others. Its Beast instincts warned them of danger, but with their prey so close, they hesitated, unsure of what to do.

"Gentlemen, when dealing with Werewolf, who only know how to kill, there's no need for chivalry. Let's all attack together!" Van Helsing drew his sword. In fact, he could handle it by himself, but every time he thought of the horrific night he was ganged up on, he felt terrible and wanted to find someone who shared his misfortune to share his frustration.

After Van Helsing finished speaking, no one paid him any attention. After a while, feeling embarrassed, he sheathed his sword and whispered to Russell, "Why pretend you didn't hear me? It shouldn't be like this."

Russell snorted and snapped his the Snap. "One, two, three, four, five, catch that Werewolf, but don't kill it. I want to study it."

Whoosh!

The five Werewolf warriors dismounted, and under the shocked gazes of Wicken and Anna, they took off their shirts and trousers, then roared in unison.

Five black Werewolf, each over two meters tall, stood up, baring their teeth and waving their arms and legs, surrounding the trembling little brother.

Although they are all Werewolf, they are different breeds. Russell's Werewolf are strong and robust, with shiny black fur, and they are clearly good guys.

Dracula's minions, on the other hand, were covered in yellowish-brown excrement, emaciated, and appeared malnourished, suffering from chronic calcium deficiency.

The Werewolf's fur stood on end, and it roared wildly to signal that it was in danger, but it was no use and it still got hit!

"Awoo! Awoo, awoo~"

The Werewolf howled in pain as it was beaten. Russell glanced at it twice and then looked away, clearing his throat. "Let's continue our previous conversation. I see you two look rather foolish. You must be Prince Wicken and Princess Anna, right?"

Wicken swallowed hard, facing the Werewolf boss head-on, and hurriedly shielded his sister behind him. "Yes, I am Wicken. May I ask what brings you here?"

"Prince Wicken, I've heard you're very rich?"

"Without..."

"Hmm!?" Russell hummed softly, his gaze passing over Wickham and landing on Anna.

"No... that's right, I have nothing but money!"