Wild Wolf stepped forward, and the crowd began to discuss. Could this muscular black man actually pull the iron chain? Meanwhile, many at the Li Mansion were whispering to one another. Wild Wolf was clearly a foreigner; there was no need to see his face—the skin color and physique were too obvious.
Why a foreigner appeared was bound to spark speculation among those with an agenda. But faced with the current situation, they had nothing more to say. If you're so capable, go ahead; otherwise, don't be a 'critic.' Wild Wolf was their hope to move forward. If they upset him and he refused to continue, they would truly have to turn around and head back home.
Wild Wolf gripped the iron chain tightly with both hands, shouted loudly, and instantly pulled out two meters. The iron plate extended along with it.
"Wild Wolf, hang in there," the Demoness encouraged from the side.
Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, forty meters...
