Spoils of War

"Damn it, you useless piece of crap! You strut around acting all tough in the Wolf Gang, thinking you're some hotshot, but in the end, you get your head blown off with a single bullet, couldn't even protect your supplies! Ha! Wild wolf, my foot, not even as good as a stray dog! What bad luck!"

After the strategist finished cursing, he spat on his hand and shook it off, as if shaking off the bad luck of scavenging dead people's belongings earlier.

Then, without lingering, he left straight away, fleeing the scene.

After the death of the wild wolf, similar situations unfolded one after another in various places of the Wolf Gang.

When facing danger, everyone scattered.

Who cares about the survival of the Wolf Gang? After all, it's just about making a living.

What's most interesting is that after the strategist left the wolf's room, someone else sneaked in, trying to seize an opportunity.

As a result, everyone searched in vain.