Abraham still avoided it.

Yes—he avoided it, rarely so.

Why emphasize “avoid” so much? For werewolves, avoiding is an insult to their brave warriors.

Nearly all werewolves have self-healing; cuts mean nothing to them.

Yet this fierce werewolf began to fear.

Sweat poured from his glands, streaming down his cheeks to his neck, soaking into his shirt.

His eyes bulged wide, like two light bulbs.

Muscles tensed all over; even as he sidestepped aside, he didn’t dare look away from the girl before him.

“Oh.”

Bai Ming noticed too. But unlike Abraham, he simply felt the fox-eared girl had grown serious.

Her aura was utterly different from the mall—a killing intent that deterred the lunging werewolf.

“If I let you run wild in this city, it’s unforgivable. Father wouldn’t want to see this.”

Shen Yuan Yuhu smoothly sheathed her blade, hand resting lightly on the scabbard.

She made no attack, no defense—just straightened up.

To her, the fight was already over.

“Ugh…”

Abraham sensed something wrong—legs heavy as lead, throat silent from severed cords, body trembling, wails filling his head…

His eyes rolled back; he collapsed on the ground, utterly unconscious.

No regeneration activated—he fainted without warning.

He likely died not knowing what struck him, but Bai Ming saw clearly: Shen Yuan Yuhu drew her blade, slashing the werewolf’s body multiple times in an instant.

Each strike carried invisible energy, each cut slicing precisely through him…

“Your moves were clean this time—no trace of mercy.”

A corpse lay before him, yet Bai Ming asked casually. This startled Shen Yuan Yuhu.

Her eyes widened, mouth agape, staring at the unbelievable man.

Recalling the mall incident, she forced herself calm, speaking in an ordinary tone.

“No need. I came to investigate their link to my father. But they didn’t reform—they escalated, kidnapping your sister. Wasting words on them is useless.”

This made sense. If they harmed Bai Ruoshui, their fate would be far worse than death.

Bai Ming stroked his chin, nodding in approval.

“But first, I have a question for you, Bai Ming.”

“Hmm?”

As Bai Ming pondered, Shen Yuan Yuhu’s hand moved to her sword’s guard, blade flashing out.

“Explain your identity.”