Feng Ye's eyebrows knitted as he assessed their current situation, his heart sinking, his lips tightly sealed, "Don't confront them head-on, look for a chance to break through the encirclement, and be ready with torches."
"Yes," the subordinates from Tutu Garden responded with renewed vigor. The speed of the wolves was too fast, and any slowness would result in getting bitten.
Although the situation was somewhat unfavorable, it was not without a glimmer of hope.
Feng Ye jumped down from the vehicle, and the wild wolves around him bared their ferocious fangs, eyeing him as if he were their dinner.
The composed and serene figure before him steadied his mind, and for some reason, she gave him the impression that she could take on a hundred opponents alone.
He felt like he had gone mad. No matter how capable she was, how could she possibly survive amidst so many wolves?
