Chapter 933 Just Take Me

• Wolfie was just a kid, and the kick hit like a sledgehammer. His back slammed against the seat base, pain shooting through him—but he didn't cry out. Not a whimper. Not a tear.
• Stickman raised an eyebrow. "What do you know? Parish blood runs strong. The man's a legend, and the kid's clearly got the same fire. Gotta admit—I'm impressed."
• Mane grinned. "Aw, poor thing. Come on, just cry if it hurts. I'll give you a rub, how's that?"