Chapter 8

"Kill the guards!"

My ears automatically caught all the words, and with an untimely curiosity rising in my heart, I subconsciously glanced back, and with that glance, I stopped dead in my tracks in shock.

I saw… The guard was dead.

The guard who had just shot at me had been stabbed right through with a pointed steel pipe, no wonder the shot just now was so inaccurate.

His eyes were bulging with disbelief, and he was about to turn his head to see who the killer was when the steel pipe jerked and he instantly spurted blood and fell to the ground.

I looked up and saw the killer straighten up, just like my Male Werewolf roommate.

The pipe looked like it was taken from a rusty section of water pipe, and the head was artificially sharpened.

It dawned on me that he was not jerking off with his back to us, but polishing the murder weapon.

Male Werewolf bent down and grabbed the dead guard’s gun and keys, got up and let out a wolf how