Franco's wolf eyes were full of disbelief: "You... You guys...... Not a wizard!?"

Megan shrugged, "At least I'm not, you've ever seen that wizard fight a werewolf in close quarters?"

"Huh!wrest?" Frank's face was full of mockery, "Obviously, you misunderstood the meaning of fighting!"

"Zizi...... Zi~"

As the two men spoke, the machine-gun flames went out, and the entire ground of the colony was littered with corpses.

The moment Frank heard the ripping sound disappear, it already understood that the once glorious Gonzalez family was finished, except for himself and the few who went out to find Marcio, all the other werewolves had been lying on the cold ground of Gonzalez's stronghold forever, and it looked at Meghan in frustration: "For the sake of a poor old wolf who is about to die, tell me, who are you? Why did you attack Gonzalez?"

Meghan looked at Frank lying on the ground, closed her mouth tightly, and didn't say anything.

Frank looked at Meghan, who was speechless, and his face became even more decadent: "What are you still afraid of? Are you afraid that I, an old wolf who is about to die, will reveal your identity and secrets?"

Frank stared at the corners of Megan's mouth, hoping to tell him what he wanted to know.

But Megan disappointed it, and instead of answering Frank, he held the musket to himself without saying a word.

"Ha, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Werewolf. ”

Frank slowly turned his wolf head to look in the direction the sound was coming from.

For a moment, Frank thought that the person in front of him was a vampire, with a black and red-edged olecranon hood, a black leather coat, a blood-red collar, a dark gray shawl on his shoulders, three pointed tails under the coat, and an eagle-headed cane in his hand, walking slowly with a cane like a gentleman, as if he had nothing to do with the bloody slaughter in the stronghold.

Arnold walked up to Frank with his cane and a funny smile on his lips, and he bent towards Frank: "Hello, Mr. Werewolf, I'm sorry I can't tell me my last name, but I don't mind if you tell me your name. ”

Frank narrowed his wolf eyes, he could feel that this man was not the same as the person they called Meghan who injured him, and if I gave myself enough time, I might be able to coax that Megan into telling him what he wanted to know, but this man ......

"You may call me poor old Frank, if you will, sir. ”

Arno raised his eyebrows, "Okay, Mr. Frank, maybe when you know that we are not wizards, you think we don't know anything about corpse......s, do you? Hah, I think you have a lot of ways to get corpses to talk. ”

Seeing that his purpose was exposed, Frank no longer continued to pretend to be pitiful and helpless, but resumed his original brutal and hideous expression: "You Muggles who are more humble than trolls, wait, do you think you can do everything without paying the price? Wait! Everything that happened to the Gonzalez family will be repeated in you! None of you can escape!"

Arno turned his cane in his hand, "I don't think the picture you imagined would ever happen, Mr. Frank, why don't we make a deal?"

Frank looked at Arnold hesitantly: "Deal? What deal do you and I, the old werewolf, have nothing to talk about?"

Arno stretched out his index finger and shook it, "No, no, I think you must have a lot to trade in Mr. Frank." ”

Under the hood, Arnold's eyes were particularly sharp: "For example...... Can you tell me who is the nobleman in a noble manor in London who has been working with you all along? I think this news is very valuable. ”

Frank's erect pupils shrank, and he looked at Arno with an ugly face, although Arno couldn't tell from his wolf face whether it was good or not, "I think I know who you are...... You're an assassin, aren't you!?"

Arno was stunned: "You know all about the Assassins, but yes, for so long, the werewolves you sent have all died at the hands of the Assassins, and I think that unknown nobleman will definitely give you our information." ”

Frank looked at the top of the watchtower with a gloomy wolf face: "Ha! Wizards have always discriminated against us for a long time, thinking that we are mongrels and monsters, thinking that we should not live in this world, but I didn't expect that they would create monsters like you, just to deal with another monster in their hearts!?"

Arno looked at Frank suspiciously, "I don't understand what you mean, but I think you may have misunderstood something." ”

Frank shifted his gaze back to Arno and smiled disdainfully: "Do you think you can still hide it? First the wizard attacked Gonzalez, and then you suddenly broke in, and then this Mr. Megan showed me that you freaks have the same physical fitness as werewolves, strength and agility are on par with werewolves, no, it should be more agile than werewolves, do you think Muggles will have such physical qualities?"

Arno looked at Frank on the ground with a headache, and in this case, he didn't know what to explain Fran's misunderstanding.

"And right here, right now! There are a few wizards on Gonzalez's watchtower! Sure enough, the wizards can't bear to live in the same world as us freaks, so they created you to cleanse us?"

Frank stared into Arnold's eyes, "Son, what do you think will happen to you when you clean me up of what the wizards think are freaks?

Arno sighed helplessly, and chopped his cane impatiently: "Okay, Mr. Frank, no matter what you think about the origin of the assassin, are you willing to trade with me?"

Frank looked at Arno, who was not in the oil and salt, and finally gave up obeying him: "Okay, let's ignore your identity for now, then, tell me, what benefits can I get?"

Arno shrugged, "Maybe I can spare your life and let you get out of here?"

Frank narrowed his wolf eyes, "Hah, but how am I supposed to trust you? Maybe you can let me go first, and I'll put everything I know somewhere, and wait for your people to pick it up, how about it?"

Arno smiled and shook his head, just as he was about to do something, when a roar came from outside the colony.

"You despicable sneak attackers!Look who I have!!"