"Arrogant jerk," Gulang muttered, then looked to a young man with long hair beside him, "Wild Wolf, I've got a job for you tonight. Take out Combat Power and Zhao Yan."
The young man standing next to Gulang exuded a peculiar aura, as his feet were pigeon-toed and his body was slightly hunched, making him seem very uncoordinated. However, those familiar with the Wild Wolf Headquarters would definitely recognize that name.
Ranked as the fourth of the new Thirteen Grand Protectors, known as Wild Wolf, he was proficient with a US military sabre as long as his forearm. He had once single-handedly slaughtered a mercenary squad on the African battlefield—a squad that ranked among the top fifty in the Mercenary World.
"Got it," Wild Wolf said with a twisted smile, "Do you want their heads taken off, or them to be dismembered?"
