Of course, it took half an hour for Jim Flick to awaken.
Jim Flick felt restrained around his neck. Struggling to hold up his thick forelimbs, he growled, shaking his head and raising his paw to tear at it, only to find a thick dog chain around his neck!
Damn it, who put this on me!
Jim Flick had just awoken, his mind somewhat muddled, but his irritable werewolf nature made him instantly roar: "Roar!"
His voice was filled with anger and humiliation as he tried to tear apart the ordinary iron dog chain.
"I warn you, don't destroy it."
Bai Yan's voice came from the side.
Jim Flick's paw stiffened. He twisted his wolf's head, staring coldly at Bai Yan, "You put this thing on me?"
"You should feel honored."
Bai Yan held a cigar between his fingers, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke that hit Jim Flick's wolf face, his expression still amiable and gentle.
Did this arrogant stance give off a bit of a villainous BOSS vibe?
