Glen turned his head in shock to see the bellies of the three black pigs burst open. Filthy blood splattered across the ground, drenching both Glen and the beast.

The giant's loud, grating laughter ensued. Pointing at Glen and the beast, it bellowed in a coarse voice, "Hahaha... You foolish human! Even if I destroy them, you won't get a single one. Hahaha..."

The pungent odor and sticky sensation on his body made Glen acutely uncomfortable. He stood as if rooted to the spot, maintaining his shocked, turned - head stance for over a dozen seconds. Only when the giant's words faded did he stir.

Gently, he wiped the blood from his face and hair, then turned back to fix Abu with an unemotional stare.

The beast, too, bared its fangs menacingly at the giant, its ire palpable.

"What are you glaring at me like that for? I did it. What can you possibly do about it? Abu is mighty! You're no match for Abu!"

Abu rose to its feet, looking down at Glen with unbridled glee.

"What can I do? I can take your life!"

With these words, the earth beneath Glen erupted, sending dirt flying. Sparse black hair sprouted on his body, his features contorted into a fearsome visage, and his claws and fangs became prominent. This was a partial werewolf transformation, maximizing his combat prowess without damaging his attire.

Abu had anticipated an attack, yet the speed of this onslaught caught it off - guard. Before it could react, searing pain shot through its eyes, and its vision was consumed by a sea of blood.

Blinded, it was seized by overwhelming panic. One hand flew to cover its eyes while the other flailed its fist wildly, but to no avail. Agonizing, tearing pain coursed through its arms, chest, abdomen, and back.

"No! Cease! You damned, bothersome human! Abu is in excruciating pain!"

Glen paid no heed to its cries. He was intent on finding the softest part of the giant's hide. After some experimentation, he determined that the skin on its abdomen was the most yielding, though scarcely softer than rock.

As his claw attacks concentrated on this area, Abu was overcome with a sense of panic and dread like never before. It was on the verge of being disemboweled alive!

"Please stop! Abu was wrong! No!"

In the end, the giant toppled back into the very pit that had recently held it captive, consumed by boundless terror.

Glen cast one final glance at the selfish and arrogant giant, then turned, flicked the still - warm blood from his hands, and furrowed his brow. "Why does everything seem to go awry?"

He examined the three deceased black pigs once more. The pungent stench was overpowering; they were clearly inedible. Presumably, the giant had employed some sort of curse.

He then looked at the approaching beast and sighed. "That's enough for today. Let's head back."

...

As he neared his dwelling, Glen spotted a familiar figure. It was Black Crow, standing outside the front yard of Glen's house, a bulging cloth bag in hand, as if he had been there for some time.

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Taking a few more steps, Black Crow sensed Glen's presence and turned. His face remained as impassive as ever.

"Mr. Black Crow, are you seeking me?" Glen inquired.

"Yes, I was merely passing by and thought it proper to offer my greetings."

"Ah? Oh..." Glen couldn't help but feel a twinge of oddness. He jested, "You're quite an interesting fellow, sir. Is that something you purchased in Dude Town? Didn't you visit there yesterday?"

Black Crow glanced down at the cloth bag. "My wife has had a rather hearty appetite of late. What I bought yesterday was clearly insufficient. I need to stock up more."

"Are you married? Do convey my regards to your wife. I regret that I can't pay a visit at the moment." Glen was taken aback.

"I will. I mentioned you to her yesterday, and she advised me to interact with you more often." After saying this, Black Crow hesitated, as if on the verge of saying something. Before Glen could prompt him, he continued, "Have you encountered any danger?"

"Ah?" Glen was taken aback by this question, then he gave a wry smile. "Thank you for your concern, but I haven't encountered any danger. It was just a minor mishap."

Glen's blood - stained appearance did give the impression of having been in a perilous situation, so it was no wonder the other man asked. However, Glen didn't feel like elaborating. All he wanted was to take a bath and change his clothes... Well, he had no clothes left.

"If you ever find yourself in danger, don't hesitate to come to me. I'll help if I can." Having said this, Black Crow turned around, preparing to leave.

Glen had initially intended to call out to Black Crow and ask for some clothes, but considering the man's style of dress, he dismissed the idea.

"See you." In the end, Glen could only offer a polite farewell.

Just as he was about to enter his house, still fretting over the lack of clothes, he caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes in the window of the neighbor old man's house from the corner of his eye. His eyes lit up. "The problem of clothes is solved."

......

By the time Lila and Bonnie returned to Dude Town, night had fallen. Throughout the journey, they were filled with dread of encountering Bob and the others again. They were terrified of experiencing such a harrowing ordeal a second time.

"Lila, you must stay away from that demon. He's not a fit father. We should call the police!" Bonnie, having recovered from the shock, took Lila's hand and suggested.

Upon hearing this, Lila was momentarily distracted. She wanted to refuse. After all, he was her father, bound to her by blood. If she sent him to prison, would she be a good daughter? Nevertheless, she decided to call the police.

"All right, let's do it right away."

"Lila, what if they aren't caught? Will they come after us for revenge?" Bonnie asked, a hint of unease in her voice.

"This..." Lila was also taken aback. It was indeed a possibility.

"If they find us again, they'll try to take us away. I'm so scared..." Bonnie said, starting to wipe away tears.

"Don't worry, Bonnie. Have you forgotten about Berlin in the town? As long as we stay in the town, those scoundrels wouldn't dare to do anything extreme. Besides, school starts tomorrow. We can stay at school. It'll be safer there." Lila embraced the poor girl, even though she was terrified herself.

...

"What are you here for again? There isn't much food left in my kitchen. You have to leave me some, don't you?"

The old man looked at Glen, who had sauntered into his house without hesitation, trying to sound fierce but actually being rather timid.

However, Glen showed no awareness of being an outsider. He stroked his chin and surveyed the old man's home decor as if it were his own.

"There's no need to be so vigilant. We're acquainted, after all. I just came to borrow a piece of clothing from you."

"Clothing?" The old man was astonished.

"Look at me. I have no other clothes to change into. As my kind neighbor, you wouldn't refuse, would you?" Glen said, wearing a broad smile.

He didn't feel the slightest bit of pity. This old man had bullied the previous owner quite a bit, acting like a total bully. For someone like him, Glen thought it was quite justifiable to be a bit domineering.

Instead of getting angry at Glen's request, the old man felt a sense of relief. After all, this was a demand he could meet. If Glen had made more stringent demands, he would likely have been unable to resist.

"Wait here." With that, the old man climbed the wooden stairs to the second floor.

Glen sat downstairs, bored. His keen hearing allowed him to catch some movement upstairs. The old man was whispering, "Don't make a sound, dear. The guy downstairs is dangerous. I'll make you something to eat after he leaves."

Does he think I'd bully a puppy? This old man... The tender tone made Glen want to laugh.