Chapter 853 - 853 853 Seven Wolves (5)

853: Chapter 853: Seven Wolves (5) 853: Chapter 853: Seven Wolves (5) “No need.” The Jackal shook his head urgently before Yang Ruxin could finish speaking, “I trust you.” Was there anything more horrifying and disgusting than rats?

He didn’t want to find out.

Yang Ruxin smiled, tapped Xiaolun’s head, and let him continue sleeping.

Xiaolun spat out a string of silk, and in an instant, the rats disappeared without a trace.

“I, the Jackal, am as good as my word.

The words I say will certainly hold true, but I have a condition…” The Jackal took a breath.

“Let’s hear it.”

“I still have six brothers out there, and we all grew up together since we were young…” The Jackal looked at Yang Ruxin, “Initially, us seven wolves had no choice but to throw in our lot with the head of Panlong Mountain, never expecting that the head would turn out to be a beast, so we turned against him…

Lord Fang knew we hadn’t done anything morally reprehensible, so he showed leniency.

I promised that as long as my brothers were freed, I would stay peacefully in my cell…

and as long as I’m not dead, my brothers won’t cause any trouble…”

Seven wolves?

The corners of Yang Ruxin’s mouth twitched; this was a brand name, indeed.

If she were to start a men’s clothing line in the future, perhaps she could appropriate this brand name.

“I hope you can take them under your wing as well,” the Jackal said as he looked at Yang Ruxin.

“Then can you ensure they’ll also want to follow me?” Yang Ruxin frowned slightly, “Can you guarantee that they’ll be loyal to me if they follow me?”

“I guarantee it!” The Jackal slapped his chest, “If they dare to be disloyal, I’ll personally slaughter them…”

“Agreed.” Yang Ruxin nodded her head, looked at the Xiaolun on her wrist, and said, “If you can’t do it, I will take matters into my own hands, and then they might just wish they were dead…

By the way, Xiaolun is just one of my little companions, and you’ll have the chance to meet the others…”

The Jackal’s brow furrowed, the girl in front of him might seem calm and harmless, but he knew she meant every word—just a glance at the swarm of mice around him was enough to guess what ‘worse than death’ might truly entail.

As the girl walked out calmly, Fang Dehua finally breathed a sigh of relief, only then noticing that his back was drenched with sweat.

Although he had come out composed, he was actually regretful; after all, those people were neither kind nor faithful.

If anything happened to Xinxin, he feared he’d be in deep trouble.

But thankfully, the girl really had skills.

“Lord Fang, thank you for your care these past days,” the Jackal said to Fang Dehua upon seeing him, saluting with a fist and palm, “from now on, we are Miss Yang’s people…”

“Hmm.” Fang Dehua nodded slightly, “Following Xinxin, perhaps you will have a good future ahead…”

“Haha…” The Jackal laughed heartily, “We’re simple folk; we haven’t thought about a future that much, as long as we have food to eat and a warm bed to sleep in, that’s good enough for us…”

Fang Dehua said no more, but asked the arrest officer to help finalize the Selling Covenant for the man, and dusk settled in.

“We’ll return tomorrow.” Yang Ruxin looked at the Jackal, giving him a Silver, “Go and gather your brothers, then take a bath, shave, and change your clothes…

By tomorrow, or the day after at the latest; the day after is Laba Festival, I hope to see you all, to have Laba porridge together…

It’s at number eight Haus Street in the county town, easy to find, a man named Qian Er will be there to meet you…”