Wen Jue asked in a good mood, "Want to eat?"
Ye Qiao nodded her head in a hurry.
Without another word, Wen Jue called over two Beastmen and handed them the Sabertooth Beast he had on his shoulder, "Clean it properly."
"Yes, Chief!"
The two struggled to carry the Sabertooth Beast away.
Wen Jue's lips curled into a smile, just as he was about to say something to Ye Qiao.
Suddenly, Ye Qiao turned and followed the shadows of the two Beastmen.
This caused the originally good mood of Wen Jue to sour in an instant.
The temperature around them dropped further and further.
The female Beastmen hurriedly bowed their heads, trying to sneak away from this place of trouble, but then—
"Da Fu."
The named female stiffened, while the rest quietly breathed a sigh of relief, their steps to retreat even quicker.
Da Fu forced a smile as she turned, "Chief, Chief."
Inside, she cursed herself for not being quicker, just a little bit quicker.
