At this moment, Hans Wolf King already understood Dean's intentions.
The last trace of a smile on his face completely vanished.
All that remained was a cold, unfeeling menacing look.
"So, you're not planning to hand him over?"
"I have no one to hand over!"
Dean and Hans confronted each other.
Mishel felt bitter in his heart.
Dean's firmness was not wrong, but one must be selective about being firm.
Who is Hans Wolf King anyway?
Even when Dean's father was alive, he would still yield three points to him.
Dean is being too irrational!
"Lord Hans..."
"Is this something you can interrupt?"
A wolf claw appeared out of thin air.
Mishel Wolf King, who wanted to speak up for Dean, was smacked away with a single swipe.
Moreover, a deep claw mark, visible down to the bone, stretched across Mishel Wolf King's chest, frightfully so.
"Hiss..." The sound of a sharp intake of breath echoed throughout the temple.
So powerful!
Mishel Wolf King is a Middle Rank Wolf King!
