C1336 The Whereabouts of the Little Critter

In the lab.

The golden werewolf quietly soaked in the potion, his heartbeat rate returning to zero.

"Hurry up and do it." Beast Elder held the scalpel and urged in a low voice, "What a good experiment material. Last time I let him run away..."

"Swish!"

Beast Elder suddenly shut up.

The cute girl in the fluffy skirt held a heavy sniper rifle in one hand and pointed it at Beast Elder's head