"Captain you..."
The black-clothed man beside him wanted to step forward and inquire about Zhao Wuhun's situation, but Zhao Wuhun slapped him away effortlessly. Zhao Wuhun then pulled off his mask, glaring at Long Yan with bloodshot eyes, panting heavily from the innermost part of his being.
Long Yan was taken aback. How did Zhao Wuhun resemble a bull? Seeing blood, Long Yan noticed a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"Hahaha, today was not in vain indeed."
Zhao Wuhun's current appearance bore no resemblance to the usual image of a captain among the black-clothed men. Licking his lips, Zhao Wuhun now looked like a bloodthirsty beast.
This made the black-clothed men nearby retreat two steps, distancing themselves from the captain they usually knew.
"Awoooo."
Zhao Wuhun's mouth emitted a piercing howl, a sound that sent an inexplicable chill down one's spine; compared to humans, Zhao Wuhun now appeared more like a beast.
