Two fully armed special forces members sat facing each other.
The one on the left looked very young, his palm sweating on the gun, frequently adjusting his sitting posture.
The one on the right was a bearded middle-aged man, half-squinting while chewing gum, showing the unique relaxation of a veteran.
On the floor between them lay a humanoid creature tied up with strong steel chains.
It was on all fours, its spine arched weirdly, with gray-white skin covered in dark blue blood vessels.
It wore a metal muzzle, continually making suppressed growling noises from its throat, with drool dripping through the gaps in the muzzle onto the floor.
"Old Xie, this thing has been making noise all the time. Does that mean the 'White Owl' is nearby?"
The young soldier finally couldn't help but break the silence, his voice a bit tense.
The middle-aged man called Old Xie opened his eyes, glanced at the monster at his feet, and sneered:
