Before long, Lonely Wolf was carried out by the crew of short-haired men. His face was pale, his clothes neat, clearly freshly changed before he arrived. As he got closer, the smell of blood around him grew thicker.
Cynthia furrowed her brow, and a layer of coldness covered her previously playful face. She quickly stepped forward, asking, "Are you okay?"
Hearing her voice, Lonely Wolf slowly raised his head. When he saw Cynthia, his expression froze for a moment, and a flicker of confusion flashed in his eyes. His throat was dry and tight. He opened his mouth, speaking in a strained voice, "Why are you here?"
"Of course, I'm here to save you," Cynthia replied.
"You don't need to save me!" Lonely Wolf said firmly, his voice filled with determination. "You need to leave right now!"