Mad Dog - Chapter 1

Xie Wuyan lost control again today.

It happened on the simulated training grounds during the Supreme Military Council.

In front of every senior official in the Alliance.

His mental barrier shattered like glass across the floor.

Bloodred eyes swept over everyone present as an animal growl rumbled in his throat.

The sentinels and guides around him went white.

No one dared step forward.

Everyone knew that once a Dark Sentinel lost control, he became an indiscriminate killing machine.

Only mental guidance could calm him.

And in the entire Alliance, only my mental link worked on him.

General Meng Guofeng shot me a pleading look, his forehead drenched in sweat.

“Shuyan, hurry.”

My name is Ji Shuyan.

A B-rank guide.

At Alliance Headquarters, where S-rank geniuses were everywhere, I was as ordinary as a stone by the roadside.

Yet now, everyone’s hopes rested on me.

I rose slowly and held out my hand to him.

A cool, calming mental field spread outward with me at its center.

This was my mindscape: a cedar forest in winter.

To anyone who sensed it, my mental energy felt like the air after the first clearing of a snowfall—clean and gentle.

Step by step, I walked toward the center of the fury.

The murderous aura pouring off Xie Wuyan had nearly taken physical form, scraping over my skin like knives.

He saw me.

Those animal eyes locked straight onto me.

He bared his teeth, every muscle pulled taut like a fully drawn bow.

“Don’t come any closer!”

His roar was hoarse and grating.

Everyone else present breathed a sigh of relief.

See? He still had some reason left. He did not want to hurt Ji Shuyan.

Guide Ji truly was his salvation.

I heard their hushed whispers, and the faintest curve touched my lips.

Salvation?

No.

I was his master.

I stopped before him, close enough to feel the scorching heat of his breath.

His whole body was trembling, as if he were desperately holding something back.

I reached up and gently stroked his cheek.

His skin was burning hot.

“Wuyan.”

I called his name in a voice soft and tender.

“Look at me.”

His massive body obediently bent down. My calm face was reflected in his scarlet eyes.

I leaned close to his ear.

In a whisper only the two of us could hear, intimate as a lover’s murmur, I said,

“See that fat man, third from the left on the dais?”

“The one who just proposed having you destroyed.”

“I don’t like the way he’s looking at me.”

The rumble in Xie Wuyan’s throat stopped.

In its place came a deeper, more dangerous silence.

I could feel the violent power inside him searching for an outlet.

I smiled in satisfaction.

“Go.”

“Tear out his throat.”

“Do it neatly. Don’t get blood all over me.”

“Do a good job, and I’ll let you lick my hand for as long as you want.”

The instant the words left my lips—