The spotlight of the underground colosseum shone on his back, silver chains digging into the wolf descendant's shoulder blades. Fang Yan stared at the "Silver Moon Society" badges in the audience and suddenly laughed—they thought they had trapped an ordinary wolf descendant, unaware that the "human" who always wore a bailiff's uniform had a totem burning hot at his neck. Ten years later, the murderer who slaughtered the wolf clan reappeared: his adoptive mother’s orphanage was splashed with red paint, and a bullet coated in wolf fur lay in Su Heng’s surgical instrument case. When the full moon’s wind lifted the brim of his bailiff’s hat, his pupils slit into golden threads: "I am the bailiff who upholds order... and the hidden wolf you cannot afford to provoke