Straddling its back, he grabbed the fur on its nape and relentlessly smashed his fists into its head.
The white wolf struggled fiercely to break free, but how could Lance possibly let go? He lifted his hammer-like fists and smashed down with all his might.
At this moment, Lance's eyes were bloodshot, his breathing rapid, and his ghastly face reflected his madness.
Compared to the white wolf, he seemed more like a wild beast.
After countless punches, the force in his hands weakened. Lance took a long, labored breath, his entire body already drained.
The white wolf beneath him had blood flowing from its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, lying limp on the ground like a pile of mud. If it weren't for the faint signs of breathing, one might mistake it for a corpse.
"Hahaha! Now do you know who's the boss?" Lance laughed foolishly. It had to be said, letting it all out felt incredibly good. With no one around to watch, there was no need to control his emotions.
