By this time the wolf's eyes had opened a crack, barely able to see the blurred scenery, as soon as they opened their eyes, they saw me pointing at him with his gun.

It was obvious that he was staggering and almost collapsed on the ground, presumably dying of anger.

"You can't escape today anyway. Why don't you just put your hands on it?" I held the gun and looked at him like a grandfather. He had chased him to death before. Now it's my turn to dominate his life and death. I have the pleasure of turning over serfs as masters.

However, in defiance of my warning, he approached...