When it came to fighting, regardless of whether it was a one-on-one duel, a brawl, or a shameless ambush, White Wolf had mastered the skills over the past several millennia to near-perfection. If not a grandmaster, it was certainly at the very top of the industry.
Yet, facing a mere kitten barely at the early stage of Integration—a kitten that was crying its eyes out—White Wolf was completely at its wit's end.
Kill it? That was going too far; the little thing hadn't done anything bad or offended anyone, and come to think of it, White Wolf was the one who had pounced on it first.
Chapter 200