"Brother Dog, what would you like as payment? Want your little bro to get you something tasty, or arrange for a beautiful lady dog to wait on you?"
Meng Bochao paid no mind to A Tuo's indifference and continued shamelessly trying to cozy up.
By now, he had figured it out: this "company" of his was unimaginably mysterious, and not a single person in it was ordinary.
Leaving aside the mysterious boss, the boss's wife was clearly a computer expert. Even Uncle Yang, who had not seemed particularly remarkable before, had opened his eyes with the tracking skills he displayed today, leaving him utterly awestruck.
Yet only now did he realize that all of that had merely been an appetizer. Even a dog at the boss's side was this terrifying.
Who could have imagined that an unremarkable local wolfdog could take on more than a dozen adults without a scratch?
This was definitely beyond anything training or exceptional natural gifts could achieve. It had to involve some special technology or power.
The Mechanical Centipede the boss had brought out earlier was the same. Neither was something that belonged in the "normal world" as he had understood it. These things probably belonged to another realm that ordinary people had no access to.
This was also the main reason he had gradually come to believe Uncle Yang's claim that werewolves existed. With so many things beyond conventional understanding already appearing, a few werewolves no longer seemed quite so hard to accept.
Ultimately, his initial skepticism had not been directed solely at werewolves, but at the extraordinary world that "werewolves" implied.
The existence of something so extraordinary meant that there were more unusual things in this world. Now that he had encountered the unusual, accepting the existence of werewolves had instead become a