Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Under the unbelieving gaze of the man in the windbreaker, Glenn dragged him into a dark alley.

After about a minute or two, the terrified voice of the man in the windbreaker floated out with the wind:

"Wait! What are you doing?! You devil! Stop it! Aa ...

This shrill sound lasted for a long, long time.

When Glenn walked out of the alley, his hands and chest were covered in blood, which certainly wasn't his.

Glenn wiped the sticky blood on his palm onto his trouser legs and frowned in deep thought. There was no doubt that even the most loyal lackey would confess under his cruel methods.

A group of more than 50 people was controlled by a guy named Glass. One day, he somehow gained terrible power and his appearance became hideous. He kept collecting children under the age of 18... Haha, I knew there must be a dark hand behind it. That Glass was obviously a pawn... He roughly sorted out the information and concluded in his mind.

In the surrounding houses, some brave residents were looking in from their windows.

They are all extremely curious people.

Glenn ignored it and went straight back to Mrs. Ryan's house.

As soon as I opened the door, the other party was still listening behind it.

Seeing Glenn coming in, she was a little nervous at first, but after seeing clearly, she patted her chest and said:

"I'm really worried about you. That guy looks like a ruthless person. Are you okay?"

Glenn felt warm inside and said to the kind woman, "I'm fine. I'm actually a very stable person. I won't fight with anyone unless I'm sure."

Mrs. Ryan was also amused by the boast and said, "How can you say you are so steady?"

Then she turned serious again and asked, "How is that man?"

"Well..." Glenn considered his words for a moment before saying, "He was very dangerous, so... I killed him."

Hearing this, Mrs. Ryan's hands trembled slightly, and finally sighed, "This is the retribution they deserve. Don't worry, I will explain to Dougli, and he won't hold you responsible."

"Thank you, ma'am," Glenn thanked her sincerely.

Although it would not be a big deal to pursue the matter, it is still a gesture of kindness from others and I should express my gratitude.

"Madam, it looks like you need to replace the door." Glenn was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly pointed at the damaged front door.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Mrs. Ryan smiled bitterly.

"No problem." Glenn had no reason to refuse, and said seriously, "I have something else to deal with, so I have to go now."

Mrs. Ryan nodded in agreement without giving it much thought.

……

On the second floor of a noisy, seedy pub.

Glass, who looks like an orc from World of Warcraft, is playing with a machine made up of countless precision parts and gears.

"Humans today are so boring, they spend all day thinking about these useless pieces of metal."

An illusory voice echoed in the room, breaking Glass's slightly dazed look.

He put down what he was holding and said in a low voice, "This is the general trend. There are already many so-called inventions in the kingdom that have been put on the table and are changing our lives. The old king seems to like these things very much. In order to please him, the ministers will also pay attention to these."

"Instead of focusing on researching more powerful magic, this country will be destroyed sooner or later!"

The illusory voice said with great disdain.

"These are not our concerns." He turned to look out the window. "I've fed you enough children, haven't I? Why don't you seem to have changed?"

The room fell silent for five minutes before the voice rang out again:

"I... need more..."

Before Glass could answer, the noise below suddenly became several degrees louder.

He had a bad feeling and was about to go downstairs when a head smashed through the bottom board of the second floor and got stuck there with blood all over it.

"Boss..." said the head while spitting blood foam.

Glass's pupils suddenly contracted.

what happened! ?

Before he had time to think, a figure walked up to him slowly with his hands in his pockets.

There was more blood on Glenn's body, and he was stunned when he saw Glass's expression.

This is... an orc? But shouldn't it be green-skinned? And it should be stronger. Are there orcs in this world? There are none in the original owner's memory?

He shook his head and threw away these uncontrollable thoughts, and then said to Glass:

"Are you their boss? This place is actually hidden with magic. No wonder those police officers couldn't find you. Tell me, where are those children? I'll consider sparing your life."

Glass calmed down from his shock and said in a rough voice:

"Who are you? Do you know who you have offended? And how did you find this place?"

Glenn didn't expect the other party to ask him a question back, and he sneered, "It seems that it is better to beat you into submission first before asking."

After saying that, he popped out his wolf claws and swung them directly at Glass.

It was a simple blow, and Glass chose to take it head-on.

He raised his left arm to block, and the sharp wolf claws made a sound of metal clashing.

Glass was pushed hard and his body tilted, and he had a rough idea of ​​his opponent's strength in his mind.

Glenn showed some surprise.

He didn't expect that this guy's skin looked nothing special, but was as hard as steel.

"If you come to cause trouble with just this little strength, it would not be a smart decision!"

As soon as Glass said the last word, he grabbed Glenn's wrist, exerted force suddenly, and smashed him against the wall!

Glenn remained calm even though he was thrown into the air. He adjusted his posture in less than a second, facing the wall with his feet, and began to buffer and unload the force.

Glass was obviously unhappy because he did not feel the explosion and sound of the impact, and was about to continue to hit Glenn with greater brute force.

But the opponent had already used the wall very flexibly to generate force and hit him hard in the face with his knee!

After feeling the pain, he naturally let go of the hand that was holding Glenn.

His eyes temporarily lost vision, and when Glass was rubbing them with his hands, he suddenly felt something sweeping across his feet. His body fell uncontrollably and landed on someone. Then he was thrown out, breaking the glass, and flew out of the window.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the pain told him that he had landed.

……

Dude Police Station.

Dougli and his men were analyzing where the groups that kidnapped children would hide when a police officer rushed into the meeting room and interrupted their conversation.

"Captain, something happened at your home!"

Daogli's eyes widened and he stood up suddenly.

Half an hour later, Dougli and several police officers trotted to his home.

"We should be given a small car. I heard that some police stations in the main cities already have one."

A police officer who was running out of breath complained.

"Okay, how long has that thing been out? We don't know if it's useful or not. And does this little town need that thing? It's good enough to have a carriage."

Another police officer said unhappily.