"Big White!"

Freya blew a wolf whistle, and Big White, who was still playing with its prey, turned to look at her.

Immediately, it ran over excitedly, its white fur fluttering in the wind, but losing its original color due to the bloodstains.

As it pounced, Freya lightly dodged to the side, "Go wash up first, your fur is dirty!"

Awoo~

Big White let out a response.

Freya said something to Bradley, then took Big White for a bath.

Bradley nodded, striding towards Kevin's direction with his long legs.

At this moment, Kevin was tied up, lying lifelessly on the ground with blood foaming from his mouth, his severed arm still bleeding, the ground covered in bloodstains.

Upon seeing Bradley enter, his eyes filled with fear, his body twisted uncontrollably. Bradley stopped in front of him, waved his hand, and in an instant, his ying appeared and lifted Kevin. "Let me go... spare my life!" Kevin begged, his eyes wide with fear, desperate to be spared by Bradley. Unfortunately, a deep enmity had been formed between them, and Bradley would not let him go. Bradley had his shadow cover Kevin's head with a sack, to prevent his blood from staining him. Blindfolded, Kevin panicked and struggled. Bradley took black gloves from his shadow's hand, his eyes dark as he looked at Kevin. He signaled for the Shadow to step back, then lifted Kevin and struck him with a heavy punch. In that moment, Bradley exuded a strong aura of aggression, his handsome face devoid of emotion, resembling a devilish god of slaughter. He would never forget how this man had killed his family.

Memories from a dozen years ago rush into his mind like surging river water. His father lying in a pool of blood, his mother meeting a bitter end, and his five siblings, none of them escaping the tragedy. Blood covers the ground, the air filled with the pungent smell of blood. The desperate cries of people, like vengeful ghosts from hell, echo in his ears. It was this man who destroyed his family, and he will not let him go, he won't! With a heavy fist, he strikes Kevin's face, rendering him unable to speak. Bradley does not want it to end this way, he lifts him up and unleashes a storm of savage beating. Each punch and kick filled with deep resentment. More blood on the ground, the scent in the air stronger, reminiscent of a bloody battle from over a decade ago, staining Bradley's eyes red. Kevin barely clinging to life, lying on the ground with only a breath left. Bradley still does not want him dead, only letting him go at this moment.

ying Shang pulled open the hemp sack, and at this moment, Kevin's face was covered in blood, his nose bone shattered, one eye popped out, and his whole appearance was unrecognizable.

But... this was far from enough!

This revenge plan was just the beginning!

Bradley took off his bloodied gloves, tossed them on Kevin, and ordered, "Get a doctor to come take a look at him, and remember, leave him with a breath."

He wouldn't let Xavier and Freya help to check his injuries, as it would only taint their hands and eyes.

For a beast like this, any random doctor coming over to save his life would be enough.

"Yes."

...

At the foot of the mountain.

Freya wears gloves and is washing Big White's body.

The chasing from earlier left white fur stained with blood, faintly smelling of blood.

Freya directly rinsed Big White with a hose to wash away the smell, and even used shower gel to wash it carefully.

After Big White was cleaned, it shook its body and lazily climbed onto a rock to sunbathe.

Seeing this, Freya smiled helplessly.

"Heart!"

At this moment, Bradley's voice came from behind.

Freya took off her gloves, turned around and ran towards him. The man then grabbed her hand and said, "It's getting late, we should go home."

"Have you finished all your tasks?"

"The next things can be handled by Gabriel. It's time to prepare for the trip to the capital, as the international fashion design competition is less than three days away."

Bradley brushed away the scattered hair on her forehead. She had been standing in the sun for too long, and her small face was flushed. Freya nodded, then greeted Snowy before saying, "I'm leaving, I'll come to see you again when I have time." "Awoo~" Snowy responded with a bark. As they left Wolf Mountain, Freya told Bradley about bringing her classmates home to play. "It's obvious that Matthew really likes Clara, but this child is indeed sweet and well-behaved. It's quite likable. I wonder what kind of family could raise such a cute and sensible child." "She's coming over tomorrow, you can just ask her then," Bradley said, sensing that she was acting like she was choosing a daughter-in-law for their son, and he smiled helplessly. He wasn't too keen on having strangers come to their home, but since Freya had agreed, he went along with it. "Wouldn't it be too abrupt to ask directly? How about inviting Clara's parents over to meet us as well?" Freya suggested. Bradley reached out and tousled her hair, smiling. "You can arrange it. But I suggest not inviting all the parents over, or they might really think we're selecting a daughter-in-law."

Freya thought about it and thought it made sense, it would indeed be impolite. It looked like she had to wait for Clara to come over and get some information from her. The next day arrived quickly, and Clara came over. Freya was waiting at the door early in the morning, and when she saw Clara appearing in a pink princess dress, she happily went up and held her hand. "I thought you weren't coming." Clara blinked, "I promised you, so I will keep my promise." The two children went to the living room to play, and Freya had prepared a variety of fruits and snacks for them to eat. While Matthew went upstairs to fetch toys, Freya sat next to Clara and said with a smile, "Matthew, have some fruit." "Okay, Auntie, I'll help myself, I won't be polite." To cater to the little girl's preferences, Freya had asked Ella to buy some plush toys yesterday.

Clara skillfully helped the child dress and comb their hair. Freya was somewhat surprised and asked, "Wow, Matthew is so talented, she even helps with hair styling. Who taught you?" Clara's bright eyes dimmed slightly at the question, showing a hint of unhappiness, but she maintained a smile and replied, "I watched others comb hair, and after a few times, I learned how to do it."