'Knock, knock, knock.'
"Come in..."
Inside the Lone Wolf Base, in the office of their so-called boss.
An elderly man with white hair was sitting on a chair, his wrinkles were very deep, probably already at the ripe old age of eighty.
At such an age, he should have retired according to reason.
But why does he still deal with the organization's matters personally?
Codename, Wolf King. Age, eighty-two. Despite his aged face, his eyes were particularly bright.
He stood up, his back still remarkably straight. If not for those wrinkles, no one would believe the person in front of them was over eighty.
"Wolf King."
"Wolf King."
The two people who came in bowed respectfully to the Wolf King and then stood straight aside.
Their respect wasn't faked but came from genuine admiration.
"White Wolf, Black Wolf, you're here. I originally wanted to reward you properly after this competition, but didn't expect something like this to happen now."
