Vampires' mansions never scared Leon, he just barged in alone, let alone with company. Although that person just had a fight, punching someone to the ground, moaning pitifully with a blood-covered face, he still sat there unflinchingly and drank.
Leon walked over with his drink and sat across the so-called Evil Wolf.
Of course, Evil Wolf wasn't a wolf; it was just a name. He was human, with coarse short hair, messy sideburns, and a stubbled chin. His eyes were deep brown, sharp and profound, his face had strong lines, and his arms were covered with scars, possessing a bit of the aura of Wolverine, the uncle.
Evil Wolf, hearing the footsteps and the sound of a stool moving, lifted his head wanting to spit some harsh words, only to see the person sitting across from him having a pair of backward-swept horns, eyes blazing like flames, and cheekbones covered with crimson scales, presenting a terrifying predatory appearance.
