Chapter 374 Changes in the Wolf’s Den

Upon arrival, Tyr Summers could see Matthew Collins outside the training grounds wearing no shirt and having a metal chain as thick as his wrist strapped to his body as he pulled a one thousand kilogram tiny truck along, doing laps around Wolf’s Den. Admittedly, Matthew was only able to elevate his strength during this period thanks to this peculiar training idea of his. At first, he could only pull a pickup truck. However, now, he could pull along a tiny truck. This was his everyday homework. The explosive strength from those strong muscles really gave off an intense feeling. Tyr continued walking over. When he saw Tyr, Matthew did not stop but only smiled and greeted Tyr before carrying on. Tyr only told him ‘Good Luck’ as well before entering Wolf’s Den. Inside, everyone was battling in full swing. Drenched in sweat, unless they had exhausted all energy in their body and could no longer move, these people would never stop to rest. Meanwhile, hanging on a wall in front of Wolf’s Den was a large crystal screen. On the screen was an endlessly looped video of what Matthew and the others had taken in Thailand. Ever since they had brought back the video from Thailand, everyone here finally understood the saying ‘there’s always someone better than you’. Coursing in their veins was a surge of frenzied blood that had been ignited. Compared to the urge to become stronger, this feeling couldn’t be described with words. As if they had gone mad, these people would never lie down until they were exhausted to the point of being unable to lift a finger. Just then, the screen was playing a scene of White-eyes Ivory Dragon’s crazed battle with ten of Orpheus’ elites at the enemy’s base. Back then, Matthew and the other four were standing around, holding phones with high definition cameras to record Ivory Dragon’s actions from different angles. Even if this video had been slowed by ten times, their eyes still felt overwhelmed watching it. Had they not known this was a real incident, even these freaks inside Wolf’s Den would never believe that this was real. They would have thought this was a movie made with special effects. However, now, they were aware that this man in the video was Nemesis’ number one, White-eyed Ivory Dragon. He was the final goal for these Wolf’s Den members. Standing at the door, a satisfied smile appeared on Tyr’s face as he watched the group’s reaction. It looked like his decision to bring five of them to Thailand wasn’t wrong. Things had gone according to what he had hoped, and these people were even exceeding Tyr’s expectations. For a moment, Tyr went into a daze. It was as if he had seen the image of when the old beggar first tossed him into the dog shed with the original Nemesis members. It was where he fought his way to the top with his brothers in the group. “Brothers, Nemesis lives. Can you guys see this?” Tyr took a deep breath and mumbled to himself. That moment, tears welled up in his eyes. Then, Tyr looked at Torbert Octavius. While Wolf’s Den was in full swing, only Torbert lay on a pile of scrap tires with his legs crossed and a toothpick dangling in his mouth, looking slothful. Tyr walked over to him and sat on the tire beside him. “So full of yourself?” Tyr crinkled his eyes at Torbert, who was still lying on the tires, but there was no reproach in his tone. It was like he had anticipated Torbert would behave this way. “My training methods are different from theirs.” Torbert was still languid as ever. “You should be aware as well that what Beggar King taught me was different to yours.” As he spoke, Torbert pointed at the crystal screen. “The skills and style this guy is using have your shadow in it. You’ve taught him before, haven’t you?” “I can’t say I’ve taught him.” Tyr shook his head. “Back then, I was also tossed into a place similar to Wolf’s Den by Master. This guy was there, and we regularly fought. Those skills and fighting style was something he learned from me when we battled.” “A talent.” Torbert’s lips cracked into a smile. “No wonder he’s such a freak. I think the student has exceeded the master. Right, between you and him, who’s stronger?” “No idea.” Tyr shook his head. “He’s now known as Regal Palace’s Number One God of War. But since I’ve founded Regal Palace, he never fought with me anymore.” “Why not?” Torbert was confused. “Is it because you’re the palace master?” “No. It’s because he isn’t completely confident that he could defeat me. But he and I will battle eventually.” At this, Tyr studied Torbert again. “I keep getting the feeling that you didn’t go abroad with me back then because Master has instructed you to do so.” As he spoke, Tyr reached for Torbert’s arm. The latter shrunk away out of reflex and snapped, “What are you doing? Trying to molest me?” “Beat it!” Tyr’s expression darkened. He couldn’t tell if Torbert was really mental or if he was feigning it. “Spill. What did Master teach you back then?” “Shoo shoo shoo. That old beggar taught me nothing. He just asked me to focus on begging. I think he’s just biased. Maybe it’s because I’m not as good looking as you.” Tyr really wanted to punch Torbert to death, but he restrained himself. There were some things if Torbert weren’t willing to say even if Tyr battered him to death; Torbert would never utter a single word. Just then, Tyr’s phone rang. It was a call from Winifred. “Winifred, what’s up?” Tyr asked after accepting the call. Winifred sounded extremely anxious over the phone. “Honey, where are you? Hurry back, something’s happened.” “Something happened?” Tyr’s heart thumped. Thinking that Winifred ran into trouble, he immediately became restless. “Winifred, what happened over there? Are you okay?” “It’s not me. It’s Snow. She was tricked by her company, and it was a scheme plotted by Star Entertainment’s Zayn Lee. I don’t know the specifics, but Snow is in danger right now,” said Winifred. “Zayn Lee?” Tyr asked. Lying beside him, Torbert immediately scrambled up, looking excited. “Did that brat stir up trouble again?” Tyr turned to see a hint of excitement sparkling in Torbert’s eyes and felt his scalp prickle.