"Get your filthy hands off and get out!" Xiu Yan glared coldly at the orc who was trying to ruin the little female cub's hard work all day, very unceremoniously telling him off.
It had been a long time since any orc had dared to talk to him like that, Bertel was understandably stunned for a moment. He looked unbelievingly at the orc who was about his size in front of him: "Do you know who I am? You dare to talk to me like this."
Xiu Yan stood up and peered down at this show-off orc, nonchalantly kicking the other orc's leg with his foot: "Get out."
Repeated orders to leave from another orc made Bertel's face turn ugly instantly, he stood up with a ferocious expression and swung his clenched fist fiercely towards Xiu Yan.
The strength was so great, there was actually a sound of air tearing where the fist passed. Watching the rapidly enlarging fist in front of him, Xiu Yan calmly reached out a hand to greet it.
