Chapter 774

　　Third person's POV 　　Derek's camouflage uniform was splattered with blood, most of it not his own, with only a minor wound on his arm. 　　He seemed impervious to the pain. 　　For three years, he had heard nothing of Tabitha and had transformed into a cold and bloodthirsty individual. 　　"Golden Shark got away? No problem. I've destroyed all his bases. Now he's just a rat scurrying around—where else can he run?" Derek said with a cruel smile. 　　"Alpha Derek, your arm is hurt," Rolf reminded. 　　"It's nothing," Derek glanced at the small wound, recalling how it had been slashed by a woman who bore a resemblance to Tabitha. 　　Distracted during the firefight, he had stared into her eyes a moment too long. 　　The sharp pain in his arm had struck like a venomous snake bite. 　　The woman was killed on the spot, and he left without a flicker of emotion. 　　For someone accustomed to danger, injuries were commonplace, and he paid the minor wound no mind. 　　Yet, the skin around his wound was already t