The wolf's sneak attack missed, and it flicked its tail, turning back around.

A smile played on Wen Nan's lips; the cunning old wolf was about to launch a sneak attack.

The wolf had an opening and now had no choice but to confront the enemy head-on.

The wolf's lustful gaze fell on Wen Nan. Wolves are social animals, and this wolf was huge with dull, lifeless fur and deep tear troughs around its eyes.

With a thin build, and nothing to hunt on this mountain in winter, the wolf looked at Wen Nan as if it immediately imagined that it would have a feast in the next second.

Wen Nan's eyes were practically glowing with greed as she looked at the wolf. If she killed the wolf, she and Lu Yanqing could temporarily solve their food and clothing problems.

The wolf occasionally let out a low growl, and then suddenly pounced on Wen Nan.

With lightning speed, Wen Nan pulled out chopsticks from her bosom, turned to the side, and with a forceful flick of her wrist, pierced the wolf's head with the chopsticks.

Red and white liquid flowed all over the ground.

The wolf fell to the ground, its howls growing weaker and weaker... until finally... it died.

859 stared at the pixelated mess on the screen. He silently swallowed.

Wen Nan carried the wolf by the scruff of its neck, which was still warm, dragging it across the snow with one hand, leaving a large patch of bright red blood, just like a crime scene.

Wen Nan carried a wolf that was about the same size as one of his own men, walking through the snow, where the air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

Three bandits approached, carrying curved knives on their backs. A woman, dressed simply, was bound hand and foot.

"Hero, hero, I've given you all the money, please let me go..." The woman's voice was pleading.

The three bandits ignored them.

“This little bit of money isn’t even enough to fill a tooth gap for us brothers. You stinking woman, you think you can run away? No way…” one of the bandits said in a rough voice.

The three of them walked forward and happened to run into Wen Nan.

They saw Wen Nan's face... one of the bandits swallowed hard.

"Boss, I think this girl in front of you is prettier than the one in front of you. Why don't you snatch her and take her back as your wife?"

“Boss, Third Brother is right. I think the wolf in this girl’s hand is quite good.” Another one looked at Wen Nan’s wolf, his eyes gleaming.

The leader chuckled, his gaze scrutinizing Wen Nan meticulously, examining him inch by inch from head to toe.

Wen Nan had some blood on her hands, but none on her body. She chose a simple, off-white outfit and casually draped her black hair behind her head, securing it with a wooden hairpin.

Wen Nan's eyes were incredibly bright, like a full moon, as if adorned with stars. She had a high, delicate nose and pale lips, which added to her gentle and fragile appearance.

"Girl, are you going to surrender on your own, or do you want us brothers to help you?" The bandit, who was called the leader, looked at Wen Nan's appearance and whistled merrily.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it greasy.

The three men were unkempt, with their hair and beards almost touching, and they wore tiger skins and carried curved knives on their backs.

Bandits, bandits... dressed like beggars.

The third brother took out a rope and threw it in front of Wen Nan.

"Girl, tie yourself up. We brothers are all men who cherish women." The third brother stared at the wolf in Wen Nan's hand.

The wolf is so big, it should fetch some money at the market.

They didn't believe that a delicate young girl like Wen Nan could kill a wolf; they assumed she must have set up some kind of trap.

"Hehehe." The three bandits burst into laughter, their lewd laughter echoing across the entire hilltop.