With that, Gu Mengmeng used her resting finger to gently graze the black wolf print.
A tiny prickling pain was accompanied by a flash of white light.
Elvis appeared behind Harold as if he was a messenger from hell.
Gu Mengmeng smiled faintly without moving, while watching Harold’s pupils shaking violently. He had a stronger sense of danger compared to ordinary people because he had spent so many years fighting with blood and knives.
All the fear in his heart was written all over his face, yet he did not have the courage to take a look behind him.
He was encapsulated by a thick bloody smell, and a cackling noise sounded as if someone was moving the joints of their neck, preparing for attack.
The hand holding his walking stick started to tremble, as he took a deep breath before throwing it backwards aggressively.
There was a button on the walking stick, where if pressed, would eject a sharp knife.
If his aim had been accurate, it probably could directly cut someone into half.
However, the knife he threw did not touch anyone.
Suspiciously, he checked behind him, then looked in all four directions.
He did not believe he had a wrong feeling, that bloody smell was so thick, how could it have been an illusion.
“What happened? You got yourself all dirty.” Gu Mengmeng’s voice sounded beside the bed, as if she did not care, completely unlike how one would act when kidnapped. It felt as if she was at home, sweet talking to her husband.
Harold turned around instantly, holding his walking stick with both hands while looking at Gu Mengmeng, who was on the bed.
With that turn, he also saw the bloody man, whose gloomy aura was like that of a King stepping on thousands of dead bones in hell, and his slightly curled lip edges exuding a cold light like the sickle of death.
The pair of demonic blue pupils lifted slightly, casually facing Harold’s nervous, hideous defense, speaking calmly as if he was facing a corpse, “I was locked in a strange room with electric walls, so I could not escape. I was worried something was wrong with you, but did you see you calling for me, so I bit a few males who came up to me to death to pass time.”
“Did you transform?” Gu Mengmeng completely ignored Harold, only using her tiny hand to wipe the blood away from Elvis’ lips, sulking, “How dirty.”
“No.” Elvis smiled, no matter how much murderous energy he was exuding, the moment he looked at Gu Mengmeng, he would always have a tinge of warmth, “There would be trouble as long as I transformed in this world.”
He was not afraid of trouble, but he was not willing for Xiao Meng to not be able to continue living in the world she liked because he had caused trouble.
So, even though he could have broken open that broken door with one claw movement as long as he showed his original form, he tolerated it so he would not cause trouble to Xiao Meng.
Gu Mengmeng understood Elvis’ thoughts, so she gave him an approving smile, patting his hand, “This tiny old man wants to buy you. Do you think I should ask for an exorbitant price and take a dig from him? When I get the money, then you can run back to me?”
Gu Mengmeng’s words contained sarcasm and ridicule that were just too obvious. When she looked up again at Harold, she only felt his nervousness and fear, compared to the two who were joking around lovingly on the bed, had a great contrast, making him look rather comical.
Elvis looked in the direction Gu Mengmeng was looking at and saw Harold, then smiled gloomily, asking, “Why so troublesome? Since Xiao Meng wants his assets, then I will just snatch them for you. After all… to me, it is only logical to seize by force. Survival of the fittest is the law of nature.
