A small door was opened, and a column of men in black armed with submachine guns stood by the door.

The two men stepped forward and, ignoring their pleadings, forcibly pulled Baptiste, Arashi, and the woman out the door.

The rest of the people wanted to go out, but were stopped by the group of men in black.

Unceremoniously shoved them back, exiting the door one by one, and the door fell back to the ground with a heavy blow.

"What the hell does the young master want to do?! Let us out! ”

"That's right! At least tell us what you want, right? ”

"It seems that you have forgotten the rules handed over to you by Zhongli's family."

Dean's voice came from overhead, reaching every corner of the hall, "Next, I hope you enjoy it." ”

A circular semi-enclosed place with eight small doors opening on the side.

The person who stepped forward with a happy face and wanted to go out suddenly found that a pair of green eyes appeared inside.

Frowning back, "What is this?!" ”

The same is true for other doors.

Everyone unconsciously retreated, and finally gathered in the very center of the hall.

"It's... It's a wolf! ”

The dim light shines on their snow-white hair, and the green and faint eyes are even more ruthless.

"Ahh Get them back! ”

There was a woman who shouted out in spite of her image.

"It's a snow wolf, a snow wolf raised by the young master." One of them said in a deep voice.

The one standing at the front was obviously much larger than the other snow wolves, and its eyes were slightly narrow, but they looked like foxes.

That long, fluffy tail is not like other snow wolves.

Sticking out his tongue and licking his paws, he suddenly let out a low "whoop".

The snow wolves that were hovering on the side suddenly began to jump forward, each one extremely fast, they did not bite their legs, nor did they bite their hands, they looked directly at your neck.

The snow wolf at the head jumped on the table and lay down, its two front paws overlapping each other, knocking its head on it.

The tail floated in mid-air, and the slightly narrow eyes watched quietly.

Dean stood on the third floor, looking at the picture of the non-stop wailing downstairs, his eyes did not change in the slightest, as if he was not surprised by this.

Once life is comfortable, people will have inertia.

Look at them, all the things that Zhongli gave them have been forgotten.

Those basic self-defense techniques should be more than enough to kill a few snow wolves.

"Pu, go on."

A man in his early twenties draws a dagger and throws it to another man.

Zhongli Pu received it firmly in his hand and stabbed the snow wolf that pounced on him mercilessly.

The wolf was stabbed in the abdomen, "whooped" a few times, fell to the ground, twitched a few times on its hind legs, and then did not move.

Seeing this scene, the one lying on the table suddenly stood up, stared at Zhong Lipu with narrow eyes, and "snorted" towards the sky, kicked his hind legs, and leaped towards his place.

By the time the man who handed Zhongli the knife and some of the other men had dealt with the remaining snow wolf, the ground was already full of corpses and stumps.

As far as the eye can see, there are only a dozen people who can stand like them, and there are a few women with better skills in the middle.

You know, when they came in, there were fifty or sixty of them!

It's not so much a family feast as it is a Hongmen feast!

The wolf stood not far from Zhong Lipu, a low threatening voice coming from his throat.

The gang was about to step forward when bullets exploded in front of them, warning them not to come forward.