Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"Then you try it." Glenn said as he jumped down from the second floor.

The man in the windbreaker put the cup down heavily, put his legs together, stood up nonchalantly, and twisted his neck in a very arrogant manner:

"I have never used this power seriously since I got it. It seems that you will have the opportunity to experience it."

The next moment, his eyes suddenly focused, and his body suddenly stepped on the ground, instantly appearing in front of Glenn!

At this moment, the man in the windbreaker saw the other person's dark pupils always staring at his eyes, but the other person's expression did not change at all.

Hehe... I really didn't react...

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a palm pressed upon his face, and then it was as if he had hit an elastic wall, and the forward momentum was pushed back from his head!

When the man in the windbreaker came to his senses, he found in disbelief that the boy in front of him was holding him up by the face with one hand.

The hand held him tightly like an iron clamp, and no matter how he struggled, he could not break free.

Glenn carried the man in the windbreaker who was a head taller than him and turned back to the stunned Mrs. Ryan and said:

"Madam, if I do it here, I'm afraid it will dirty your house. I'll go outside and deal with him."

Without waiting for a response, Glenn grabbed the man in the windbreaker and walked out the door.

Perhaps he felt extremely humiliated, for as soon as he got outside, dark purple smoke began to rise from the man in the windbreaker's body, and then his strength increased greatly.

Feeling that he could no longer hold the other person with his hands, Glenn simply threw him aside.

He glanced around casually.

Mrs. Ryan's home is in a nice neighborhood with quite a few residents, but at this time, all the doors and windows are closed and no one is wandering around the neighborhood.

Obviously, the residents heard the noise and had retreated into their homes.

"I admit that I underestimated you." The man in the windbreaker rubbed his face, his eyes looking as if he wanted to cut Glenn into pieces, "Now I'm going to get serious!"

As he spoke, his windbreaker rustled in the increasingly thick smoke.

Fangs protruded from his mouth, and his muscles swelled to the point that his clothes were bulging out.

"Wow, transformation..." Glenn clapped speechlessly, "Can't there be some new ideas?"

After the transformation, the man in the windbreaker looked a whole lot bigger, but his clothes barely burst, only with numerous tears.

He roared: "What do you know! This is the supreme power bestowed by the great Lord Glass! How can an ignorant mortal like you appreciate it!"

"Okay, okay, I get it. So what is this Glass? Is it powerful?"

“Lord Glass is a great being who can lead us to the highest position! Who allowed you to mention his name in such a tone! You are simply courting death! Ah——!”

Glenn's attitude successfully angered this devout follower, who let out a thunderous war cry and pressed towards Glenn like a mountain!

But he never showed any sign of panic. He ducked his body to avoid the grabbing hand, shifted his weight to one side, twisted his waist, and kicked sideways!

His body was like a precision machine; every movement was so accurate and timely.

As the side kick caused a sound of breaking wind, the man in the windbreaker spat out a mouthful of sour water and flew backwards.

This kick delivered the power that Glenn wanted.

"Your attack is too predictable. You're not much better than that street thug." Glenn responded to the previous taunt with these words.

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Ryan exclaimed behind Glenn.

Turning back, Glenn smiled and said, "I told you, ma'am, I'm a good fighter."

Mrs. Ryan looked at the man in the windbreaker, who was no longer alive and holding his stomach in pain on the ground, and shook her head.

"No, this can't be explained away by fighting, kid, don't take me for granted."

Glenn scratched his head in embarrassment.

The fallen man in the windbreaker felt the severe pain in his stomach gradually disappear, so he stood up again, gasping for breath, and looked at Glenn with a look of surprise.

"How did you do that?! How could you possibly do such a thing with your limited strength!"

Glenn was too lazy to answer his question, and just said to Mrs. Ryan behind him:

"Madam, the scene may be bloody soon. I advise you to avoid it. Don't forget that you are a pregnant woman."

Mrs. Ryan originally wanted to say it was okay, but the last sentence undoubtedly made her hesitate.

Although she didn't know what effect watching the bloody scene would have on a pregnant woman, she didn't want to take the risk and chose to retreat into the house, leaving Glenn to be careful on his own.

"Boy, I advise you to stop interfering in other people's business. If you retreat now, I can keep it a secret from our boss. Otherwise, if he spots you, you're done for!"

Noticing that Glenn's eyes were filled with murderous intent, the man in the windbreaker knew he was no match for him, so he threatened him.

However, Glenn just sneered: "What? Didn't you just want to dig out my heart? Are you scared now? Forget it, it's useless. You can't escape."

"Really?" The man in the windbreaker quietly took a step back, holding the house behind him, then suddenly turned around, reached out, broke the wall, and lifted out a skinny man.

He sneered and said, "If you don't want this innocent person to die tragically, you'd better let me go, otherwise..."

As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed the skinny man's neck. The man looked at Glenn and begged for help: "Help... Help me..."

Glenn just frowned when he saw this scene. After just two seconds, he spread his hands and said, "Okay, you win, you can go."

The man in the windbreaker didn't expect it to be so smooth and was stunned for a moment.

"A wise choice." He reacted quickly and immediately laughed.

Once I get away, I will kill this unlucky guy. Does this idiot really think I will let him go? He is indeed a foolish boy who has not even grown all his hair… The man in the windbreaker mocked in his heart.

But just as he was retreating with the hostage and was about to turn around and leave.

Glenn's voice sounded sinisterly a few centimeters from the back of his head:

"I lied to you."

The breath sprayed on the hair on his neck.

The man in the windbreaker felt a chill down his spine, and boundless fear enveloped him.

Just as he was about to take care of the hostage, a flash of silver light appeared, and his palms were broken at the same time, and blood spilled all over the ground.

The skinny man fell to the side, his crotch wet with fear.

The man in the windbreaker looked at his bleeding wrist and howled and cried.

"Why don't you go back?" Glenn said to the skinny man.

The other party rolled and crawled towards his home.

Glenn squatted down and said to the man in the windbreaker who was still howling:

"I was originally planning to follow you to your lair, but I just felt that it was too troublesome. It would be more convenient to just interrogate you directly. Tell me, where is your lair? Who are there? Your boss is called Glass, right? How strong is he? How are those captured children now?"

The man in the windbreaker stared at Glenn with hatred, and said, "I will never betray Lord Glass. Don't want to know anything!"

"No, you will." Glenn was extremely confident. "You have to believe that your will can withstand more tests than you think."