Xiaohei's Glory

Seeing the wolf pack like this, Zhang Xiaohua felt a measure of understanding, but also some unease.

He now understood that the Blood Wolf pack had to have a king to lead it. Otherwise, the pack might scatter or be devoured by other vicious beasts. Their succession to the throne was likely the method he had just witnessed, where a Blood Wolf drank the Blood Wolf King's blood. Well, perhaps that was merely the outward appearance, and he did not know the true essence behind it. But today, he had killed the Blood Wolf King. With the pack's royal succession about to be severed, this Blood Wolf had stepped forward, risking being killed by him, hoping that he would return the royal inheritance to them.

For the sake of the entire wolf pack's safety, it had actually been willing to cast aside its own life. Zhang Xiaohua could not help viewing the Blood Wolf before him in a different light.

Yet what made him uneasy was whether this Blood Wolf King, having just inherited the throne, would also inherit the former Blood Wolf King's will and attack him.

Very quickly, the new Blood Wolf King immediately made its stance clear.

After leading the entire wolf pack in their low howls, it promptly crouched down, placed its head beneath Zhang Xiaohua's hand, and slowly nudged his hand with its head.

"Eh?" Zhang Xiaohua was startled. This seemed much like the performance Guo Village's mangy dog put on whenever it wanted to eat a meat bone. Naturally, Zhang Xiaohua stroked its head and said, "Brother Wolf, congratulations on gaining the throne. But I'm terribly sorry—in my possession, there are no meat bones to celebrate for you with. I hope you'll be magnanimous."

How could the newly appointed Blood Wolf King understand him?