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 aplete 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!"


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    "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 hade to deliver the news. "As expected, they''re here!" Chris''s eyes


    shed 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 isted ce


    would be a good deed for themon people.


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


    n!"


    "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?"


    "I..."


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


    and Ghost Sect areing!"


    "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 toe, they''ll definitely suffer!" Peter Jefferson replied, his mouth full of


    grease.