Colin had his guard up and looked in the direction where Nathan had his gaze fixed. “What's wrong, Mr. Cross?” he asked.
Meanwhile, Hepburn and the rest sensed something was amiss.
They, too, looked afar.
“I think some uninvited guests are here,” Nathan said calmly.
The stunning and elegant Betty, who was just slightly over thirty years old, glanced at a dark corner in a distance and uttered, “Something smells foul.”
Daveth narrowed his eyes as a murderous intent flashed across his handsome face. “There are more than one weredogs here.”
Weredog?
Hepburn widened her big eyes. It's the werewolves!
Right then, multiple pairs of blue eyes appeared in a far dark corner.
There were at least tens of them.
Shortly after, an exceptional pair of sparkling blue eyes appeared.
That particular pair of eyes were bigger and sharper than the rest of the werewolves.
Soon, they saw a middle-aged man slowly walking out from the dark, seemingly someone from Adrune. He wore a pair of blue jeans, a black leather jacket, and leather boots. There was also a chain on his neck and wrist.
His eyes were extraordinarily huge, with faint blue rays coming out of them. He was like a devil who came straight from hell. Everything about him was terrifying.
Following behind him were tens of werewolves. Each of them had very unique features like the Adrunians.
The owner of the late-night food stall and his customers were scared out of their wits when they saw the mysterious figures show up.
“Where does this pack of crazy animals come from?” Hepburn asked coldly.
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