C268 CHAPTER268 THE SUN ORIGIN GRASS WORTH TENS OF BILLIONS

"What are you doing?" Sam Moreels asked in surprise, noting the disheveled appearance that suggested a rough encounter.

"Shop owner, we ran into a pack of terrifying white wolves. Even the weakest among them had the strength of a third or fifth-level fighter! The strongest ones could rival ordinary flight attendants..." Ruff Ricci wiped the cold sweat from his forehead