Chapter 620

Chapter 620

Peter Jefferson replied indifferently, "Help with what? Can't your subordinates handle a few wolves?

I should remind you that the real enemy is still lurking in the shadows..."

After saying this, Peter Jefferson closed his eyes and began to snore loudly. Chris narrowed his eyes,

considering their journey so far. They hadn't deliberately concealed their tracks, and by his

estimation, members of the Middleton Alliance and Ghost Sect should be nearby.

At that moment, thousands of figures, like ghosts, were rapidly approaching Chris from a distance

of several kilometers. Zen and Guardian Michael stood among them, their eyes filled with hatred

and coldness.

Meanwhile, Tiger roared, "Die!" Blood spurted into the air, and a wolf's head rolled to the ground.

The ground was littered with the corpses of fierce wolves, and the stench of blood was

overwhelming.

"Master..." Tiger looked at Chris, seeking praise.

Before he could finish, Chris fiercely kicked him in the buttocks. Tiger fell face-first to the ground

and looked up, aggrieved, "Master, why did you hit me? Didn't I kill the Wolf King?"

"Tsk!" Chris fumed, "You have the nerve to ask? I wanted you to skin a complete Wolf King pelt for

my wife's scarf, but you chopped off its head! What am I supposed to give my wife now?"

Tiger's face turned red with embarrassment. He had gotten carried away while killing and had

forgotten his Master's instructions. He chuckled sheepishly and suggested cautiously, "Master, how

about making a pair of wolf fur gloves for your wife instead?"

"Freaking wolf fur gloves?" Chris was at a loss for words with Tiger. He knew he couldn't rely on this

unreliable man, who always forgot his words when he got excited about killing.

Chris rolled his eyes and said, "Fine! Get up and start skinning. I think our old friends should be

arriving soon!"

"Yes, sir!" Tiger immediately got up.

At that moment, two figures appeared, reporting, "Master, the Middleton Alliance and Ghost Sect

members will arrive in about three minutes!"

Morton and Grace Field had come to deliver the news. "As expected, they're here!" Chris's eyes

flashed with a cold light. "These people are really seeking death!”

He had deliberately not concealed their tracks to lure the Ghost Sect and the Middleton Alliance

members. These people were scum and a menace to society. Killing them all in this isolated place

would be a good deed for the common people.

Chris looked at Grace Field and Morton, smiling, "You two did a good job. Proceed with the original

plan!”

"Yes!" The two nodded, exchanging a hint of provocation in their eyes.

Tiger led the royal guards to quickly clean up the battlefield. Chris walked toward the campfire and

kicked the snoring Peter Jefferson, saying, "Old man, wake up!"

Peter Jefferson opened his eyes groggily, "Is it morning already?"

Chris frowned, "We still have two or three hours before dawn. The people from the Middleton

Alliance and Ghost Sect are coming!"

"Oh!"

Peter Jefferson nodded, then picked up a piece of tiger meat by the bonfire and began eating

heartily. Watching this, Chris finally understood why Peter Jefferson could live such a long life: eat

well, sleep well, and repeat. If that didn't guarantee a long life, there was no justice in the world!

Chris asked again, "Old man, are your traps and mechanisms really effective?"

"Don't worry. These traps were left by our ancestors. If the people from the Ghost Sect and the

Middleton Alliance dare to come, they'll definitely suffer!" Peter Jefferson replied, his mouth full of

grease.