Danny Goodwin and Hannah Johnson are more than ten years apart in age. You could say that from the moment he was born, Hannah Johnson was responsible for taking care of him, raising him single-handedly to this day. So, he is extremely familiar with Hannah Johnson. As for Hannah Johnson, she is equally fond of her obedient little brother. This little brother is much more well-behaved than that little rascal, 三狗子. Therefore, as soon as Danny Goodwin heard the voice, he knew it was Hannah Johnson calling out.

Hannah Johnson hadn’t entered the house yet; she was still in the bridal sedan. Judging by the excitement of the people around just now, it was clear that the sedan was about to reach Tyler Walker’s house.

According to tradition, at this moment, the bride is not allowed to make a sound, let alone get out of the sedan. But for such a sudden scream to ring out, something must have happened.

Danny Goodwin didn’t have time to think, and rushed out from Tyler Walker’s simple courtyard. He wasn’t the only one; the whole courtyard of people came out with him. As soon as they stepped outside and saw the scene at the gate, everyone was stunned, including Danny Goodwin.

What is that thing?

A dog? A wolf?

They had never seen anything so big!

The bridal sedan had already collapsed. Fortunately, Hannah Johnson was unharmed, though the red headscarf covering her head had fallen to the ground. On the ground was a pool of bright, bloody red, but among the eight sedan bearers, only one was injured. The blood on the ground was his, but he hadn’t run away. Like the other bearers, he formed a semicircle, surrounding the culprit in place.

The one being surrounded clearly had no idea it was encircled, standing there leisurely chewing on its recent prize—a large chunk of flesh torn from the injured bearer’s left hand.

It was a wolf—a big wolf. In appearance, it was no different from the wolves Danny Goodwin had seen in his previous life, except for its size: it was as big as a Siberian tiger.

He had never seen a wolf of such size.

This wolf was covered in sleek, shiny black fur. The most striking feature was its left eye—it had none. In its place was a huge scar stretching up to its forehead, extremely conspicuous.

“Old One-Eye! Old One-Eye from West Mountain has come down the mountain!”

A cry of alarm came from the crowd, followed by chaos.

Old One-Eye from West Mountain!

At the sound of these six words, Danny Goodwin’s heart leapt again.

To the people of this mountain village, Old One-Eye from West Mountain was a legend.

The legend of the fiercest beast in the mountains. According to the tale, Old One-Eye was once the alpha of a wolf pack—the wolf king—but lost in a fight for dominance, had one eye gouged out by the new king, was left dying, and abandoned by the pack, becoming a lone wolf left to fend for itself.

Such things weren’t uncommon among wolves, but for some reason, two years later, this old wolf returned to the pack. Not only did it kill the wolf king that had defeated it, but over the next five years, it killed every wolf from its old pack, becoming a true lone wolf.

Of course, this was just a legend—a story that had circulated in the village for nearly a hundred years.

Danny Goodwin had always scoffed at this legend. Returning to the pack after two years, then spending five years killing every wolf from the old pack—how could anyone know it was two years later, or that it took five years? Did the person who spread the legend follow Old One-Eye around for all those years?

Besides, the legend had been around for a hundred years. Even if it were true, Old One-Eye should have died long ago. After all, wolves don’t live as long as humans—twenty years at most. Now a hundred years had passed; no matter how fierce, it should be wolf bones by now. Unless it had become a demon?

The funny thing was, even now, the villagers still treated West Mountain as taboo. Hunters never dared go there, for fear of violating the lone wolf’s legend.

Now, Danny Goodwin found it laughable—at himself. Because he had just seen, with his own eyes, the legendary taboo of the village: Old One-Eye.

Chapter Three: An Exciting World

Tyler Walker shielded Hannah Johnson behind him. At some point, a knife had appeared in his hand. He stood with the blade across his body, facing off against Old One-Eye.

At this moment, the guests also reacted. Many of the young and strong among them each chose a weapon and began to surround Old One-Eye. These young men were all seasoned hunters, skilled and agile. With so many closing in, even Old One-Eye couldn’t take them lightly.

He bent his hind legs, arched his body, let out a sharp howl, and shot forward like an arrow, lunging straight at Tyler Walker. Tyler Walker was not to be outdone; he let out a low roar and swung his knife at Old One-Eye.

In an instant, man and wolf were locked in battle.

Tyler Walker’s blade was heavy and fierce, every swing filled with killing intent. Danny Goodwin could even clearly see a blood-red glow flickering along the thick-backed blade.

“What is that? Battle aura? Inner power?”

On this side, Tyler Walker and Old One-Eye were going back and forth, fighting fiercely. Although many people surrounded them, none could intervene, because the man and the wolf were simply too fast.