Andrew's eyes narrowed as he looked toward the pit the wolf had dug up. There was nothing visible inside; just a deep, dark opening.

Andrew crouched at the edge of the hole and said coldly, "If I were you, I'd crawl out right now. Of course, you can choose not to listen, but then you'll never see daylight again."

The moment he finished speaking, the dirt began to shift. Then, a person covered head to toe in grime climbed out, hastily crying, "Hey, wait! This is all a misunderstanding! Don't attack, okay? I'm coming out right now!"

After wiping the dirt off his face, Andrew finally saw him clearly. He was a skinny man with torn combat gear, and blood was still seeping from his shoulder.

His appearance was shifty, and his eyes kept darting over Andrew.

"You're a wasteland mercenary?" Andrew saw through him and asked directly.

The man immediately forced a dry laugh. "Sir, you have sharp eyes. Yes, I am Jeremy Kramer from the Lone Wolf Mercenary Group."

Andrew asked again, "Since y