Hello, Mr Werewolf.

Chapter 3: Robbery

As Glenn opened the door, he saw a tall, slightly stooped figure on the lawn next door, holding something in his hand.

The old man turned his head when he heard the door open and saw Glenn. He stopped shouting, as if to ask something, but stopped short.

He just smiled sinisterly.

If it had been the original owner, he would have been scared into the house and locked the door.

But now Glenn was not going to be intimidated by the other party and returned a faint smile.

The old man's expression stiffened, as if he wondered why this weakling was so brave today.

With a cold snort, the old man picked up his things and returned to his house, slamming the door behind him.

He hadn't found the dog's body? Glenn turned away from his neighbour and looked at the spot where the bulldog had died last night.

There was nothing there and he could not help but look grave.

He took a few steps towards the spot and crouched down.

Up close, he could still see some shallow bloodstains, but they had been brushed or licked by something.

Something was indeed prowling around here at night, but he didn't know what it was. I'll have a look... Glenn got to his feet, took another look at the old man's house, then turned and went back inside.

First he ran to the utility room where he found a wooden stick, which he didn't know what it was for, and swung it hard. It felt pretty good.

'You're the one.

Although Glenn had confidence in his own martial arts skills, this was no reason to take it lightly. After all, the other man had a g*n in his hand.

The moustachioed revolver was lost in the forest, so he would go back to retrieve it after the robbery. As long as he could get the bullets, it would be ready for use... Glenn thought as he left the house.

The town remained quiet, the distant view obscured by fog. This was the usual weather in this region.

There are sunny days, but they are rare. If it weren't for the memories, outsiders would probably think this was an empty town, shrouded in fog all year round.

Glenn walked out of the courtyard, wary of the Western Zhou as he thought about the response plan in case of conflict.

He leapt lightly over the fence and landed on the old man's lawn. Hiding the wooden stick behind his back, he walked to the front door and knocked.

Dong, dong.

After two clear knocks, Glenn waited quietly.

But after a long wait, there was no movement at the wooden door in front of him.

What's going on here? Wasn't the old man supposed to come running out and beat me up? Glenn's eyes twinkled as he continued to knock.

Old man, I need to talk to you about something. Open the door! I won't hurt you, I promise!' Glenn shouted as he knocked, adding in his heart... It's just a robbery.

He knocked for a long time, but there was no movement inside!

Glenn switched from knocking to banging, and the dull sound of the banging got louder, but it still didn't work.

He couldn't have just vanished into thin air, could he? Glenn stopped knocking, paused for a moment to think and then said:

Don't you want to know where your precious baby has gone?

As soon as he said this, Glenn could clearly hear a clanging sound coming from inside the house.

Now he should come out, right? Glenn was ready, keeping a close eye on the wooden door in front of him.

But he was wrong.

Still no movement. Glenn's eyes twitched, and the veins on his forehead stood out.

If that's the case, don't blame me for breaking in! Glenn took a few steps back and then suddenly kicked!

Boom!

The not-so-solid wooden door was kicked open and Glenn didn't rush in, but quickly dodged to the left. Sure enough, he heard a gunshot.

Bang!

The old man inside, who had raised his g*n in a shooting stance, seemed not to have expected the target to dodge and was slightly stunned for a moment, but immediately prepared to load the g*n and fire a second shot.

However, Glenn had already rushed into the house at breakneck speed, raised his wooden club and swung it hard at the old man's head!

In his haste, the old man could only raise his g*n to block.

The tremendous vibration of his arm made the old man's heart tremble.

But before he could react, he felt a heavy blow to his stomach, almost making him vomit his leftover dinner.

He waved the shotgun around wildly, hoping to hit his opponent, but the experienced Glenn had no problem with that.

He had been professionally trained in his previous life and knew how to deal with an enemy armed with a g*n.

Taking advantage of the old man's weakened state, Glenn snatched the rifle from him and kicked him away.

'Old man, I advise you to behave yourself, or else...'

Glenn stroked the shotgun in his hands and looked at the tall old man as he slowly stood up, threatening.

The other man was about six feet tall and had thick arms, so he looked like a tough guy, but at this moment his dishevelled appearance made it easy to let his guard down.

Kid, I don't know what's wrong with you, but you better not think you're so great. I don't think our neighbours would like too rowdy a resident,' the old man spat.

the old man said hoarsely, spitting out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva.

He must have realised that I was abnormal, so he changed his usual domineering style and hid in the house... Glenn did not answer the old man's question, but said,

Where do you keep the food in your house? Tell me and I will mercifully spare your life.

This sudden change of subject made the old man jump for a moment. 'What... do you mean?

'What do you mean? I'm here to rob you! Can't you see that? I'm very hungry, so please don't waste my time, or I won't mind if you suffer a little,' Glenn said impatiently.

The old man's face went dark and finally he slowly lifted his finger and pointed to a room in the house and said, 'Everything's in the kitchen.

Glenn didn't hesitate, he took his g*n and walked in the direction the old man had pointed.

Soon the old man heard the sound of things being turned over in the kitchen, followed by the sound of chewing.

He sat on the floor for a while, not knowing what to do.

What exactly has this boy been through? He has changed so much, and he is so strong? Could it be that he has been possessed by a corpse? The old man pondered in his heart.

The old man's kitchen was richer than Glenn's, and the food almost filled the cupboards, which made Glenn very happy.

After he had eaten his fill, he had the time to examine himself.

From the exchange with the old man earlier, it was clear that the strength of his body had surpassed that of ordinary humans, including my former self... If Glenn had not stopped his fist, which had just decided the outcome of the fight, the opponent would not have been able to get up again.

All the wounds from yesterday had already healed, leaving almost no trace, which was also a bit strange...

It was as if something had filled some of the blood vessels in his body, strengthening his muscles. When did this change occur? When he first arrived he was very weak and had forgotten how he felt... Glenn clenched his fists and felt the surge of power.

He stopped thinking, came back to the old man and said sincerely, 'Thank you for your hospitality. You needn't be too offended. Haven't you bullied me before? I think you also know that today's situation is the result of karma. As for this g*n, I'm taking it with me.

Under the old man's look of implied anger, Glenn walked out of the house.