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Chapter 6

Ronald's POV

I hid in the shadows between the wall and the trees, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike whispering something to the other ringleaders, who had returned to the conference room and came out with a stack of papers in their hands.

I took advantage of the shift change of the nearby watchmen to sneak up on them. This allowed me to hear their conversation more clearly.

"I've been catching some good ones at Wind Pack lately, and they're all in great shape." One of the men said with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

"Only the body doesn't work at all. You see some of the girls are ugly like a bad joke." The man next to mike scoffed loudly.

Mike deliberately coughed twice and reminded in a low voice. "The boss has said not to say such witty words in front of him. You just need to tell the boss how much goods you have on hand, and the trading situation of each wolf pack.

The man smoking a cigarette hurriedly nodded his head and respectfully read out the document that Mike gave him.

"There are thirty slaves from Wind Pack, nine slaves of first-class goods, 14 slaves of second-class goods, and seven slaves of third-class goods. All of the slaves in the first class were under the age of fourteen, and all of the slaves in the second class were sixteen. The age of the third-class slaves is in the 20 to 24 years old. Their bodies were all very healthy."

He looked up tentatively to check the boss's face, but Mike gave him a hard slap in the face and cursed, "Damn you! Who told you to stop?"

He had to obediently lower his head and continue reading the message on the paper.

"The message from Black Night Pack is that it has decided to buy only five first-class slaves. Also instructed to look and body is the best kind, preferably skilled in dancing and winks. Shadowpack has sent a message that it wants three first-class slaves, ten second-class slaves, and three third-class slaves."

He finished his report and mike pushed him aside. The boss hasn't said a word since the beginning, so I don't know what kind of mood the boss is in right now.

Everyone in the square was silent, and the quietness made me feel like my mind was buzzing. The boss didn't say anything, and mike and the others didn't dare to comment on the slave trade situation freely.

"Hmph, how bold." I looked around, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. I was searching, but the next second, my face was sprayed with liquid.

"Damn it!" I realized that I was being backstabbed. I held my breath and tried to escape from the place.

A pair of cold hands held me firmly down, and I opened my eyes, and the shadowy blood-red eyes on the pale face in front of me were staring at me. The part of my brain that was left with reason told me that the guy in front of me was definitely not a good werewolf.

I felt a shiver run through me as I noticed that she had no heartbeat and wasn't even breathing a little.

"You're not a werewolf? You're not even a living creature!" I looked at her in surprise, but her face was one of indifference, unable to offer me the slightest response.

I wanted to try to provoke her so that I might find her weakness and escape unscathed. But she was like a lifeless machine, waiting for her master to feed her the next command.

"K, help me bring him here." The boss finally spoke up at this point.

k brought me only a few feet away from the boss, and my head was held down hard by k. I couldn't lift my head up at all, and I couldn't see what the boss looked like.

"Boss, he's the fighter I got to transport the slaves to the various wolf packs." mike pointed at me, and looked at the boss in fear.

"Stupid bastard, you should know you did something wrong." The boss didn't mean to forgive mike, he gently raised his hand, and k had understood mike's life.

Mike collapsed beside me and I saw a lot of blood flowing from his eyes.

The boss took two steps toward me and said to k.

"Get rid of him. Let's just say it's your misfortune to meet me in the wrong place."

All I could see was his black pant leg, and he reached out and nudged my back with his fingers, as if he was planning where the best place to kill me would be.

I had to struggle, but two more men came up and tugged on my arms. I couldn't escape for the moment, and that wasn't what I wanted.

I hissed, and when they weren't looking, I took the form of a wolf. The men around me were taken aback by me, and they were not a bit defensive about my sudden transformation.

I didn't have time. I killed one with my claws, and the other one held my neck then tore at me viciously. I heard a low growl of annoyance coming from my throat.

In order to shake off the guy I had a firm grip on me, I had to dash to the side on the stone statue. He was killed by my crash, and blood splattered on my face. I fought my way through the crowded crowd, I think the bosses they already knew I was going to escape.

In almost mere seconds, I fled to the outermost part of the house, with dark alleyways as far as the eye could see. I didn't know which way I was coming from, so I had to pick one at random and start running wild.

I quickly separated everything that was in my way, but that didn't help me get away from the people behind me. I tried to keep my head above water, but there were just too many of them.

About six of them appeared not far from me, all of them with spears pointed at me, and if I didn't turn the corner in time, the sharp arrows of the spears would have plunged into my heart.

I had to try to turn back to try to break up the pursuing crowd, but they were already surrounding me with burning torches. As soon as I got close to them, my skin would be burned by the torches, followed by the smell of burning hair.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a dark alley to my left, and I ventured in. I had thought it might help me escape. But when a wall appeared in front of me, I knew I would probably die here today.

My back was against the wall, and I didn't want to let myself get stuck in anxiety. Fear and a negative mindset became meaningless at this point. Since I had chosen this path, I would go as far as I could.

At the command, the slave traders plunged their spears into my body. Dozens of cuts were made on my skin, but I couldn't even concentrate on counting them.

I took a deep breath, then reflexively reached out with my claws and sprinted out of the crowd that surrounded me on near instinct.

I gasped and dragged my pained body as I ran shakily, following the direction my wolf was guiding me.

The road ahead grew darker and darker, and my body grew weary. I was about to lose sight of ......

"No..."

I thought in a daze as I became aware of k appearing behind me. She caught up with me.

I couldn't support my body to get up, I seemed to have sunk into a sand pit. Sweat was pouring down my wound, and I felt the pain of the fire.

K kicked me in the neck and I flopped around like a dead fish. I squinted as the blade in her hand reflected too bright a light, and my eyes were shaken by it.

My weaknesses were in full view.

Charlotte's POV

I had only gotten home from work at the hospital ten minutes ago.

"What the hell am I supposed to do to blend into the Blackout Pack?" I asked my wolf.

"amy said that the slave trade organization would kidnap beautiful looking wolf girls and offer them as gifts to the pack's senior leaders. Maybe we can figure it out from here." My wolf thought for a moment and said to me.

"You mean for me to find a way to enter the slave trade organization?"

I was taken aback by the idea. "But I don't even know where the slave trade organization is!"

"Dang!"

There was a sound of something heavy hitting the ground in the darkness. I thought there had been an earthquake and hurriedly retreated to a corner to hide behind a wooden frame.

A messy sound of footsteps came from beside me. I hid my breath and poked my head out to check.

"Gotcha!"

"Hurry up and kill him, so we can give the boss a good account when he asks back!"

A group of people blocked a wounded wolf in the corner and kept chiding.

The werewolf who came right behind him pushed a wooden stick against his hind limbs, and the wolf let out a low, angry roar.

"These guys are going to kill this wolf!" I realized soberly.

I noticed that the gang all had a black tattoo on their backs. I recalled that when I rescued Amy, the tattoo on the back of the two bullies who were picking on her was exactly the same as the tattoo on the gang's back now.

Could it be that this tattoo is a unifying symbol of an organization?

"These people are in league with the kidnappers! Then they are now kidnapping innocent people!"

Sure enough, a man with a hood raised his dagger and coldly and without hesitation, stabbed the wolf in the heart.

I quickly pulled out my dagger and threw it at her with force.

Her wrist was cut deeply by the dagger, but strangely enough, there was no hint of pain on her face.

It was as if my dagger had cut someone else, not her.

I backed up and then built up my strength, quickly picked up the dagger and then kicked her away with a sharp kick forward.

Then I stepped in front of the wolf and waved my dagger at the approaching werewolf. I used my body to form a solid barrier.

She couldn't stand still from my kick and she fell to the ground, dropping the dagger in her hand. She tried to retrieve the dagger, but I was one step ahead of her. I picked up her dagger and threw it far away with force.

Without her weapon, she attacked me with much less force, not even close to what she had just done.

I held the dagger at my side, letting it become an extension of my hand. The blood on the dagger was bubbling white mist in the cold late night. I bent over, my body in a posture of constant readiness to attack.

A werewolf seemed to have no fear of death as he charged at me with his club raised. Without any hesitation, I plunged my dagger into his carotid artery.

"If you come any closer to me, I can end your lives, too."

I pulled out the dagger and hot blood sprayed out and splattered their faces. They looked at me in horror, then all fled.

I could smell the scent of victory.

I subconsciously looked at the wolf lying on the ground, and I kicked him in the head.

"Hey? Are you okay?" I asked him.

I expected him to wag his tail and tell me he was okay.

He replied to me with silence.

I frowned helplessly, "This guy looks like he's more trouble than he thinks." My wolf said to me.

"We can't just leave him here unattended."

With the resolute thought that I would do my best to heal anyone who was injured, I turned into my wolf form and carried him to my house with all my strength.

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