The Black Wolf Tribe Leader looked at the beastman's expectant expression and let out a cold laugh. Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, he dragged him toward a shadowy corner.
A sinister voice drifted through the night. "This was all your brilliant idea. It got me thoroughly thrashed. If you know what's good for you, you won't resist. Just let me return the favor."
What followed were bursts of miserable wails, which rose and fell in perfect rhythm with the snores of the surrounding Beastmen.
The next morning, Wu Yue woke from a comfortable sleep. A cool, damp breeze drifted in from outside the thatched hut, feeling wonderfully refreshing.
Outside the thatched hut, the Beastmen were already bustling about.
When the Black Wolf Tribe Leader arrived with his men, he was met with an irresistibly enticing aroma and couldn't help but gulp.
