The Hunting Team was divided into two Orc Squads, and Xiu Yan's aloof eyes revealed traces of disdain as he spoke in a deep voice, "You go hunting separately. If even one Beast Skin hair is missing, you'll replace it with your own."
The Orcs looked at Xiu Yan with full-blown panic, a chorus of internal wails sounding off in their heads. They hadn't expected that coming out with Captain Xiu Yan would not only require them to perform deceit on beasts, but now also faced the risk of accidentally having to substitute themselves. In an instant, every Orc put on a cheerful facade, their faces silently cursing their difficult beastly lives.
Seeing them stand there with sour expressions, as if they were fruits frozen in the cold season, Xiu Yan's profound and cold eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze on the Orcs growing even sharper, "Missing?"
