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.”

falteringly. “Sir,” he squeaked nervously, “could you please let us

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

immediately snapped shut, his little b*ody

looked at them expressionlessly. “While he’s still on leave, I’m going to be the one 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 the panting

“F… four hundred… sixty-seven…”

You’re done here,” I said to him

so much as wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, he immediately got to his feet and rushed back

carry out a mission at the border soon, so you can’t slack off —not even for

finished speaking, the sold*iers couldn’t help

at the edge suddenly got excited, his eyes flashing cunningly. He pointed at the periphery of the training ground

standing there. She was standing on tiptoe, waving at me happily with a

warm smile was infectious. I couldn’t help but smile back at

exactly what was on their minds. I decided on a compromise. “Rest here for fifteen minutes. If I’m not back by

your time, sir. You need to focus

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