Chapter 444 A Secret Test


    Harry''s POV:


    Joanna gave me aplicated look.


    I didn''t know why, but I had a feeling that she hated me very much.


    Plus, she always wore a helpless look, as though she carried with her some unspeakable secrets.


    I stole a nce at her. She was fair and pretty, I guess. But she was far from adorable.


    In fact, I had never seen such a cold and brutal she-wolf who could yed with dangerous weapons


    like it was nothing.


    I couldn''t help but sigh. Joanna heard me and frowned. "What made you sigh?"


    "Nothing. I just look up to you, that''s all." I gave her my most charming smile in the hopes that she''d


    let down her walls and reveal some information. "You must be tired. It''s not easy for a she-wolf to


    disguise herself as a man and deceive everyone."


    Joanna looked at me wordlessly. Suddenly, she smiled again.


    Every time she smiled, it sent a shiver down my spine.


    "Why are you smiling?" I hugged myself and trembled slightly, goose bumps forming on my skin.


    Seeing how uneasy I was, Joanna smiled even more brightly. She patted me on the head and said


    dotingly, "Nothing. I just think you''re cute." Oh, my God! I could hardly keep my cool any longer.


    What the hell did she want to do?


    I pouted, wondering if she was just a sadist who enjoyed torturing me. How could there be such a


    hateful she-wolf?


    "Well, since I''m so cute, why don''t you tell me your secret?" I segued smoothly. I blinked at her and


    pretended to look sweet and innocent. My tone was extremely soft.


    Joanna''s smile widened. She mimicked my voice and asked softly, "What do you think, Harry the


    cutie?"


    I tried tough but it came out sounding unnatural. "What''s the matter? We''re already so familiar


    with each other."


    In the blink of an eye, Joanna''s smile disappeared and was reced with a cold, fierce look. "Just


    drop it. Don''t think that I don''t know what''s on your mind."


    Then she reached up and started feeling the wall, looking for a way out.


    Refusing to give up, I stubbornly followed her. "I''m on your side. What if I know your target? I might


    be able to help. Besides, you''ve been lurking around for so long yet you''ve gotten nowhere. Am I


    right?"


    Joanna snorted and didn''t even look at me. "If you know so much, then why ask me?"


    "Hey, John, just tell me!"


    I called her by her fake name subconsciously. Hearing this, she turned around and red at me


    murderously.


    But earlier, she didn''t want me to call her by her real name. Why couldn''t she just make up her


    mind?


    I swallowed and quickly retracted my statement. "Err, I meant, Joanna... Just tell me..."Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    Joanna couldn''t stand my pestering any longer. She looked at me seriously and said, "If you want to


    live, don''t ask too many questions."


    I reluctantly shut up, though I still felt very conflicted.


    If Joanna''s existence could harm my friends, I wouldn''t tolerate her—even if it would cost me my


    life.


    But now my life was in her hands. How on earth could I bargain with her?


    Perhaps it was because I was sulking that Joanna''s tone softened. She exined, "Don''t worry. My


    target isn''t anyone you care about, but an evil werewolf who deserves to die a miserable death."


    "Well, that''s a relief," I replied perkily, pretending to beforted.


    Joanna didn''t say anything more and continued to look for an exit.


    I was watching her quietly when a thought urred to me.


    What if she was lying to me?


    Right now, I had no choice but to pretend to believe her. But I secretly swore to myself that I''d never


    let her out of my sight. I couldn''t let her harm my friends.


    The sewer was very long and tortuous. It took us about ten minutes of groping around in the dark


    before we found an exit.


    Despite finally having found a way out, my troubles were not over.


    Being short and slim, Joanna climbed out of the manhole without a hitch.


    I, on the other hand, was wider in girth. My hips got stuck because the manhole was too small.


    Joanna had to pull me out as though she was harvesting a carrot. It took a long time before I got


    out.


    Our faces were flushes and we were both panting from the effort.


    Shame! What a shame!


    I felt so humiliated. Absent-minded, I followed Joanna back to the wall to reunite with the team.