Strange Rules of the Game: Starting with Playing Little Grey Wolf!

Grey Wolf curled his lip in disgust.

"That big guy is not bad, his muscles are firm and chewy."

Su Mu chuckled and patted Grey Wolf's head with his fluffy little paw:

"Dad, that big guy is hard to catch; he has a knife. Why don't we catch the one with glasses (Mei Chuan Ku Zi) first? He looks delicate and fair-skinned."

"Great idea! My son is so smart!"

Grey Wolf immediately turned his cannon around and aimed it at Mei Chuan Ku Zi in the crowd.

At this moment, at the entrance of Sheep Village.

The still-shaken crowd calmed down a little. Although the plants couldn't attack the concrete for the time being, the cold and darkness remained a deadly threat.

Moreover, the eerie bell sound did not disappear; instead, it hovered above their heads.

"Everyone, we need to cooperate."

John took a deep breath, trying to regain control of the situation.

"We have to find a way to open this door. Does anyone have the tools? Or does anyone know how to pick locks?"

"I have a hair clip!" A blonde, blue-eyed female contestant raised her hand tremblingly.

"Too thin, useless!" John waved his hand in frustration.

Just then, that chilling voice came from inside the door again.

"Wow, so many customers!"

Everyone turned around abruptly.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows behind the gate.

It was much taller and bigger than the previous Pleasant Goat, with a slightly hunched back, a tender green sprout on its head, thick glasses like the bottom of a bottle, and a cane in its hand.

Slow Sheep Village Chief.

But this Slow Sheep is practically a carbon copy of Frankenstein.

Several electrode tubes were inserted into its head, and a blue current would flash from time to time.

That cane wasn't made of wood either, and it looked very strange.

Its eyes were murky and its mouth was dripping with drool. It looked at the people outside the door as if they were a group of lab rats waiting to be slaughtered.

"Village chief! Help! Let us in!!"

Park Seung-il from South Korea yelled and lunged at the railing, pressing his face between the iron bars!

"We are good people! We are sheep too! Look at me, I can eat grass too!"

As he spoke, he actually pulled a handful of dry grass from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew it vigorously, determined to survive.

Slow Sheep's cloudy eyes rolled around, making a "click-clack" mechanical friction sound.

"Entering the village... is permitted."

Slow Sheep's voice is so slow it's maddening; every word seems to be squeezed out of his throat.

"But... my lab... is missing a few... live specimens."

"If any of you are willing to... offer your brains... for me to research... I'll let the others in."

This isn't a lifeline; it's clearly a devil's deal!

The group exchanged glances, each seeing fear and... a hint of murderous intent in the other's eyes.

Sacrifice one person to save others?

John's eyes instantly turned cold, and his hand stealthily reached for Park Seung-il beside him.

At this tense moment, when war seemed imminent.

suddenly!

"Boom!"

A loud bang came from above everyone's heads.

A dazzling flash of light ripped through the dark night sky, followed by a massive, lightning-fast metal net descending from the heavens!

"Who needs to make a choice? I want them all!"

With an extremely arrogant wolf howl, Grey Wolf, piloting his jetpack, landed in the very center of the concrete ground like a demon god descending to earth.

The powerful shockwave knocked several slender athletes to the ground.

"It's a wolf! A wolf that walks upright, as the rules say!"

Someone screamed in despair.

John was the quickest to react; he spotted the little wolf cub on Grey Wolf's shoulder... which looked kind of cute, but had an extremely irritating look in its eyes.

Rule 4: Beware of a seemingly harmless little wolf... it can command the most terrifying monsters.

John's pupils contracted sharply.

That little wolf... is it laughing?

That's right, Su Mu was perched on Grey Wolf's back, giving John a bright smile and waving his little paw:

"Good evening, Uncle! Dad said you all look delicious!"

At that moment, live streams around the world went wild.

American viewers: "My God! That's the boss! That's a boss with minions! Run, John!"

Japanese audience: "Oh no, that little wolf spoke! It actually called him 'Dad'! This isn't a wild wolf at all, it's an organized criminal gang!"

In a corner unnoticed by everyone, Su Mu quietly said to Grey Wolf:

"Dad, that uncle with the knife tried to hit me."

Upon hearing this, Grey Wolf's previously playful eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his fur stood on end, and a terrifying killing intent erupted from him.

"What?! You dare touch my son?!"

"I'm going to chop you into mincemeat!!!"

"boom--!"

The moment Grey Wolf descended from the sky, the cement ground at the entrance of the entire sheep village seemed to tremble.

Amidst the swirling dust, the figure in the tattered hat slowly straightened up. In his hand he carried an exaggeratedly heavy cannon, wisps of smoke still rising from its muzzle.

On his broad shoulders, a fluffy, harmless-looking wolf cub gazed down at the terrified "two-legged sheep" with amusement.

"Cough cough cough..."

American athlete John Smith was knocked to the ground by the blast wave. He scrambled to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

As a former special forces elite, his reaction was extremely fast. Almost the instant he stood up, he had already reversed his grip on the tactical dagger.

But this top-grade alloy dagger, which had accompanied him on countless assassination missions, was now trembling violently in his hand.

Because what he was facing was not human, nor even a normal wild beast.

It is a wolf that can talk, uses high-tech weapons, and has eyes that are more insane than those of a murderer.

"Oh? You can actually stand up?"

Grey Wolf tilted his head, a hint of surprise flashing in his cloudy, yellowish-brown eyes, which quickly turned into an even stronger mockery.

"Looks like he's in good health; his wife will definitely like him."

As he spoke, Grey Wolf raised a huge paw and casually swung it at John as if swatting away a fly.

"Fuck! Die, monster!"

John roared, his adrenaline surging.

Instead of retreating, he used special forces combat skills to slide and avoid Grey Wolf's claw attack. Then, his body sprang up like a spring, and the dagger in his hand stabbed fiercely into Grey Wolf's abdomen!

This set of movements was fluid, fast, accurate, and ruthless; it was absolutely a textbook example of a comeback maneuver.

The live stream chat in the US instantly erupted in excitement:

"Good heavens! Well done, John!"

"Stab him! This is a dagger made of special steel, capable of cutting through even tank armor!"

"If we kill this big wolf, the little wolf will be our meal!"

However, the next second, everyone's cheers were caught in their throats.