But soon, Tan Bin and his crew discovered a problem: none of them could understand the howling language of the Wolf Race. They had taken a risk, but it looked like the effort would be wasted. Just then, Old Rat started fidgeting nearby, making nasally noises as if he wanted to speak.
"Take off his gag!"
They untied the rope around his mouth and finally let him spit out the stone jammed in there. Old Rat moved his jaw a couple of times and hurriedly said, "Liu, I—I know the Wolf Race language! If you swear not to kill me or harm me, I'll translate for you!"
Old Rat was a sharp one. He realized Tan Bin's trio were definitely not some ordinary mercs. They moved and talked like trained hardasses—not simple guys at all. And judging from how they sneaked out with the Slave Trade Association, they were definitely hiding their identities. For Old Rat, that was a life-threatening problem. If Tan Bin's group left, would they really spare him? Not likely.
