The full-scale war in District 4 slowly stopped with the evacuation of all the Black Wolf Gang and the death of the Aoki Association's one-eyed snake. However, the major forces in District 4 are still in the alliance state, always guarding against the mafia in District 2 and the other two giant forces that may suddenly attack.

Regarding Ye Wuque, there are two theories circulating in this four-zone dragon head. Some people say that he is still alive, and the headless corpse of the Aoki Society's one-eyed snake is his masterpiece. And some people say that Ye Wuque is dead, and some people see with their own eyes that it was the one-eyed snake who sent someone to throw him into the sea.

No matter which statement it is, the name Ye Wuque has completely become the most awe-inspiring legend in the hearts of everyone in the fourth district.

"The headless corpse of the one-eyed snake..."

On the east side of City B, the border of the Black Wolf Gang District 1 is a huge primitive forest that has not yet been developed. There are many wild animals and huge trees in the primitive forest.

At this time, the Black Wolf King rested alone against a big tree. His left hand had been completely broken. The wound was no longer bleeding after being treated by the Black Wolf King. He bandaged the wound with old clothes.

A little wolf cub squatted beside the Black Wolf King and pressed his head against the Black Wolf King's waist and abdomen. The Black Wolf King touched the wolf cub's head with a smile on his face.

"Then this kid Ye Wuque must not be dead yet!" The Black Wolf King looked at the direction of City B, and his eyes showed wild arrogance. He still deeply remembered the agreement he made when he first met Ye Wuque. In three days, Ye Wuque would use the head of the one-eyed snake to exchange excellent equipment with the Black Wolf King and the lives of his two friends.

"Why do you have to cut off your head if you kill someone? Unless there was a special agreement between the two parties." The Black Wolf King smiled happily, without any caution when escaping.

He was indeed running for life. For a moment, he was still a little difficult to face the two major leaders of the Freemason. The naughty boy and the priest had been fighting with the Black Wolf King for two days. The Black Wolf King even gave a left hand, so he barely shook the two away and hid in this uninhabited primitive woods.

But is this unmanned forest a safe place? That's not necessarily.

There are warning signs that prohibit entry are inserted everywhere at the entrance of the woods and the edges of the roads. Many warning signs are painted with tigers and bears, indicating that people have real predation beasts in this woods. They are not like humans, or they may be able to solve problems through communication. In the eyes of real beasts, they only follow the most primitive laws of nature.

The Black Wolf King knew deeply that although his left arm was tied with clothes, the blood that emerged from him would still attract many real beasts.

Suddenly, the little wolf at his feet screamed, and then ran away quickly. The Black Wolf King lowered his eyebrows and observed the movements around him with a sneer.

There seemed to be no movement around. No predators were found under the observation of the eyes. But the wind from somewhere still rustled with the woods, like a warning to the Black Wolf King.

The Black Wolf King stood up, and the moonlight at night shone on his huge body. His sharp eyes looked like a fierce wolf. He sneered and walked towards City B. He whispered: "That guy has fulfilled my agreement with him. I'm afraid he is in a hurry to look for me everywhere? I'm missing, what's the use of the head of that one-eyed snake?"

While walking in the huge jungle, he pricked up his ears and listened to the movements around him.

The Black Wolf King was sure that only sixteen jackals were lying beside him at this time. Although they hid their bodies very well, for the wolf who truly knew how to hide themselves, these were just some tricks.

"By the way." The Black Wolf King didn't even have a trace of uneasiness on his face, and he still walked calmly towards the direction of City B.

The jackals seemed to have determined that this target had been injured, and began to show their heads bolder. Four appeared in front of the Black Wolf King, and the remaining dozen appeared around the Black Wolf King, taking a surround.

But the Black Wolf King seemed to not see it, and he sneered disdainfully, and his pace did not even change at all. He walked forward and said to himself: "By the way, I have to tell that boy Ye Wuque about the story of the real hunter."

"The keenest thing for real hunters is their noses."

The Black Wolf King continued to move forward, and the jackals around him were hesitant and dared not attack forward, and refused to give up such a large piece of "prey". They were waiting, waiting for the arrival of a certain moment.

The Black Wolf King was still telling the story alone: ​​"The hunter's nose can not only smell blood from far away. They can also smell 'fear'. The prey's fear of hunters. For those weak prey, the most deadly thing is not their power, but this irresistible fear from the bottom of their hearts when facing the hunter..."

And the jackals were waiting for the moment when the Black Wolf King was afraid.

When the prey is truly afraid, it is when it gives up its resistance.

The jackals were wandering around the Black Wolf King, but the black Wolf King still stood up and walked forward. Even if more than a dozen jackals showed up, they seemed unable to shake the Black Wolf King's inner turmoil. Gradually... the jackals began to lose patience, slowly retreated one by one, and disappeared from the woods.

"If the hunter can't smell the fear, then... they will disperse." After saying that, the Black Wolf King suddenly stood still and looked at the slowly retreating jackals with a sneer.

"Hahahaha... what a bullshit story... Hahaha... I told a story and scared a group of jackals away? Hahaha... Pastor, are you funny?"

On the fork of the big tree in front of the Black Wolf King, a smiling yellow-haired boy with a hunched back was standing on it.

Behind the thick tree trunk, a middle-aged man dressed in a priest, with a long, pure white hair. The middle-aged man pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said in a hoarse voice: "Wolf King, perhaps, they did not leave because they could not smell your fear, but... they discovered that hunters who were stronger than them were staring at you."

"Is that true?" The Black Wolf King sneered, "But priest, naughty boy. Have you forgotten why I am called the Wolf King? In this primeval forest, who is the hunter and who... the prey among us?"

After saying that, dozens of wild eyes suddenly lit up in the dark jungle behind the Black Wolf King. In the huge and dangerous forest, countless wolf cries were elongated resentfully.

When the priest looked at the scene, he suddenly remembered the Wolf King's superpowers. Even among the twelve leaders of the Masonic Church today, the Wolf King's superpowers are now considered both special and powerful. He has the unique ability to communicate with wolves, and his whole body naturally exudes the aura of the Wolf King, making the wolves around him willing to work for him unconditionally.

The priest was very clear about this. In the primeval forest, wolves threatened humans much larger than lions and tigers. What they were facing now was not just a wolf king, but also a group of wolves in the entire forest behind him.

Even the naughty boy who had been laughing wildly on the tree trunk stopped laughing, looking around cautiously, showing an unprecedented expression of caution.

"According to accident, we have already chased us to a very unfavorable position." The priest looked at the Black Wolf King with a slight smile. He knew in his heart that it was okay in the city, but if he wanted to defeat the Wolf King in the forest, it would be impossible unless the pervert among the first three of the twelve leaders took action.

"There are too many wolves! No, priest!" The naughty boy was a little anxious, jumping anxiously beside the priest like a child.

"I don't believe it, you won't know how to b City." The priest was still smiling and sarcastic. Those strange white smokes were released again around his body, and the white smoke wrapped the priest and the naughty boy.

The naughty boy's nervous mood disappeared all of a sudden. He simply looked at the Black Wolf King like a child and said, "Hahaha... We are leaving, so we won't fight with you here, so we are not that Ben! Wolf King, we are waiting for you in City B! We must come back!"

After saying that, Bai Yan completely wrapped the two people around, and when they dispersed, they were gone.

The Black Wolf King then sat on the ground, and he spat blood in a depressed manner, with a strange expression on his face. In fact, the Black Wolf King knew in his heart that the priest was only half right. If the Black Wolf King was in his heyday, he could be invincible as long as he was in the jungle. But now, in the two days of pursuit with the naughty boy and the priest, the Black Wolf King had been seriously injured. His real strength now would be very difficult even in the jungle, facing any of the naughty boy or the priest alone, let alone the two of them were fighting together.

The Black Wolf King sat on the ground, conditioning his body and mind, smiling strangely on his face, repeating what he had said before: "If the hunter can't smell the fear, then... they will disperse."
Chapter completed!