Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 391 Visiting

Rufus’ POV:

I looked at these newbies gloomily. They were all young werewolves who had just been recruited. At a glance, I knew that they were all still very stubborn and disobed*ient.

Originally, Blair was supposed to train them, but now that Blair was in a coma, I needed to step in for him.

“How many left? Did I tell you to stop counting?” I shouted coldly.

“F… four hundred… fifty… No, thirty left…” a sold*ier answered breathlessly, his face red from the effort. I had punished him by making him do push-ups.

The rest of them didn’t dare to make a sound, for fear of being implicated.

My cold gaze swept across them and I warned, “This is what happens when you’re lazy. If any of you dare to slack off again, don’t bother to come back.”

“could you please let us rest for

are so damn lazy.” I glanced at him indifferently, my voice as cold as ice. “You haven’t

snapped shut, his little b*ody shaking like a

training you. Got it?” None of the sold*iers before me dared to so much as nod. The only sound that could be heard was from

“F… four hundred… sixty-seven…”

I said to

much as wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, he immediately got

team is going to carry out a mission at the border soon, so you can’t slack off —not even for a minute.

speaking, the sold*iers couldn’t help but b*tch and M0@n

eyes flashing cunningly. He pointed at the periphery of the

pointing, I saw Sylvia standing there. She was standing on tiptoe, waving at me happily with a bright

but smile back at her. The sold*iers cheered happily,

minds. I decided on a compromise. “Rest here for fifteen minutes. If I’m not back by then, ask Deputy Captain Tori to supervise your training in

sir. You need

every day, but