"Smack!" Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the table.
Lina, unable to hold back any longer, stood up from her chair, her eyes coldly fixed on the group of beastfolk nearby, brimming with rage.
Flora also stood up at this moment. The beastfolk's behavior had just hit their raw nerve, and killing intent was already emanating from them.
Alan, however, did not rush to stand up. He simply smiled and looked towards the tavern's entrance, his deep gaze seemingly hiding endless emotions.
"Yo! You two ladies also want to cause trouble? Looks like tonight's fun is not just limited to one incident, eh?"
The werewolf's mouth twisted into a sneer, making his already ugly face even more sinister.
"It seems that some people still do not understand the rules of the Roland Empire. Anything that we beastfolk set our eyes on, you should offer up willingly! Otherwise, you will not only lose everything, but also die a miserable death!"
