Overhead existing facilities.
Warning for the protagonist and some supporting characters to become half-animals.
The three-party high-level joint genetic modification plan of the Military and Political Section does not involve the current situation.
Black and white. Not involved in gangs but drugs. Bottom line.
Not very familiar with the military and political circles. Mostly private.
If Bean Grace hadn't seen his eyes, he might have truly believed that this man was just an ordinary small boss who provoked people he shouldn't have provoked - the smile in those eyes was on the surface, and behind the fragile protection of solidified amber was a beast that chose to devour people.
He now doesn't believe the lies listed in black and white on the intelligence at all, especially after a pair of wolf ears that shouldn't belong to humans sprouted out of thin air from the opponent's hair.
"We can sit down and talk about me and your employer."
"How much do you plan to pay?"
"Three times better than that brainless one, Mr. Mercenary."
"Oh come on, don't you need professional ethics as a mercenary?"
The force of his hand became a little stronger. As long as he adds a little more - he can guarantee that it will only take a moment for the fragile skin to crack a deep gash, and the smell of rust that permeates the closed space will become stronger than ever in the next moment - the blade under his care day and night has never let him down.
But he decided to take a gamble. This man could, in a sense, be placed in a category of his extremely rare kind.
"For the sake of your ears, wolf cub, it's a deal."
"It's a pleasure to work with you, sir."
"A pleasure to work with."
A story about a wolf and a leopard.