Hello, Mr Werewolf.

Chapter 14: To your death

Glenn turned his head in shock to see the bellies of the three black pigs explode, spilling foul blood all over the ground and splattering Glenn and the beast.

The loud and unpleasant cackling laughter of the giant followed, and he pointed at Glenn and the beast and said gruffly, 'Hahaha... stupid human, even if it is broken, I won't give it to you, hahaha...'.

The pungent smell and sticky feeling on his body made Glenn feel very uncomfortable. Like a person under a spell, he maintained the posture of turning his head in shock for ten seconds before moving as the giant finished speaking.

He gently wiped the blood from his face and hair and then turned back to stare at Abu with emotionless eyes.

The beast bared its fangs at the giant too, it was very angry too.

Why are you looking at me like that? I did it, what can you do? Abu is very strong! You are no match for Abu!

Abu stood up and looked down at Glenn in a particularly happy mood.

'What can I do? I can kill you!

As soon as the words fell, the ground where Glenn was standing exploded and he grew sparse black hair on his body, his face was hideous and his claws were protruding. This was a slight wolf transformation, improving maximum combat effectiveness without damaging clothing!

Abu knew the opponent would strike, but the speed of the eruption was obviously unexpected. Before he could react, he felt a piercing pain in his eyes and his vision was covered in blood.

Losing his eyes made him panic. He covered his eyes with one hand and shook his fist with the other, but it didn't work. There was only tearing pain in his arms, chest, stomach and back.

No! Stop! Damn annoying human! It hurts so much!

Glenn did not stop screaming. He searched for the most vulnerable part of the giant's skin. After some trial and error, he found the skin on the belly to be the softest, though still not much better than rock.

As the claws focused their attack, Abu felt an unprecedented sense of panic and fear. He was about to be torn apart alive!

Please stop! Abu was wrong! No!'

Finally, in endless panic, the giant collapsed back into the pit he had just trapped himself in.

After one last look at the selfish giant, Glenn turned around, shook his hand to get rid of the still warm blood and frowned, 'Why is everything going so wrong?

After checking the three dead black pigs again, he noticed a strong, pungent smell. They were definitely inedible. He guessed that the giant had used some kind of curse.

He looked at the approaching beast again and sighed, 'That's enough for today. Let's go back.

...

As he approached the house, Glenn saw a familiar figure: the Black Raven. He was standing outside Glenn's front door, holding a bulging sack as if he had been standing there for a long time.

After a few more steps, the Black Raven noticed Glenn and turned to look at him. There was still no expression on his face.

'Looking for me, Mr Black Raven?' Glenn asked.

'Yes, I was just passing by and thought I'd say hello.

'Huh? Oh...' Glenn couldn't help but feel a little strange and teased, 'Sir, you really are an interesting person. Is that something you bought in Dudetown? Weren't you there yesterday?

The Black Crow looked down at the cloth bag and explained, "My wife's appetite has been quite large lately, and the things we bought yesterday were clearly not enough. We need to buy more.

You're already married? Then please give my regards to your wife and forgive me for not being able to visit you for the time being,' Glenn was surprised.

'I will. I spoke to her about you yesterday and she told me I should get to know you better. After saying that, the black crow hesitated, as if he wanted to say something, but before Glenn could ask, he spoke: "Are you in danger?"

'Huh?' This made Glenn jump, and then he gave a wry smile, "Thanks for your concern, but I'm not in any danger, just had a little accident.

Glenn looked like he was in danger, with all that blood, and it was understandable that the other person would ask, but he didn't want to explain too much. He just wanted to take a shower and change his clothes... Well, there were no more clothes.

If you're in danger, you can find me. I won't refuse if I can help,' the Black Raven said, then turned and started to leave.

Glenn wanted to stop the Black Raven and ask for some clothes, but he thought about the other person's style of dress and gave up the idea.

See you later,' Glenn said politely.

Just as he was about to enter the door, still worrying about his clothes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the old man in the window of the house next door. His eyes lit up and he said, 'The problem with the clothes is solved.

...

It was dark by the time Layla and Bonnie returned to Dudetown. They were very worried about running into Bob and the others again. They were afraid of going through that desperate experience a second time.

Layla, you have to stay away from that monster. He is not a good father. We should call the police! Bonnie suggested, taking Layla's hand as she recovered from the shock.

Layla's spirits dropped for a moment when she heard this. She wanted to refuse, after all he was her blood father. If she sent him to prison, would she not be a good daughter? But she decided to call the police anyway.

OK, we'll go now.

'Layla, what if they haven't been caught, will they come after us for revenge?' Bonnie said worriedly.

'Well...' Layla was also surprised and it was indeed possible.

If they find us again, they'll take us away again, I'm so scared...' Bonnie said. Bonnie said, starting to wipe away her tears.

Don't worry Bonnie, don't forget Berlin is in the city. As long as we stay in town, those guys won't dare do anything. Besides, school starts tomorrow and we'll be staying at the school, so it'll be safer there. Leila hugged the poor girl, even though she was scared herself.

...

What are you doing here? I don't have much food left in my kitchen, you have to leave some for me, don't you?

The old man looked at Glenn, who had proudly entered his house, and said in a threatening tone.

But Glenn did not feel like an outsider at all. He ran his hand along his chin and surveyed the contents of his neighbour's house as if it were his own.

There's no need to be so alert. We know each other somehow. I just wanted to borrow some clothes from you.

'Clothes?' The old man was taken aback.

'Look at me. I don't have any clothes to change into. As my good neighbour, you won't refuse, will you?' Glenn beamed.

He had no sympathy for the old man. The original owner had been bullied a lot by this old man, and he had the image of a bully. For someone like that, it was not too much for Glenn to be overbearing.

The old man was not angry when he heard Glenn's request, but rather relieved. After all, this request was acceptable to him. If Glenn had made a harder request, there was a good chance that he would not have been able to resist.

Wait here," the old man said, before climbing the wooden stairs to the second floor.

Glenn sat down, bored. His powerful hearing allowed him to hear a small movement upstairs. The old man whispered, 'Don't make a sound, baby. That guy down there is dangerous. Wait until he's gone before you cook something to eat.

Should I bully a puppy? The old man... his gentle tone made Glenn laugh.