Ethan's face instantly turned the color of a liver, his gaze filled with mortifying rage as if he wished to die.
Irrefutable.
No matter what he said, he couldn't hide the fact that he was so scared he'd wet his pants. Moreover, he could imagine this incident spreading throughout the entire circle of wealthy idlers in Polgel. From now on, whenever someone mentioned him, they would probably add, "Isn't he the one who wet his pants when he encountered the pack of wolves?" This label would probably never be removed.
Absolute social death!
Ethan glared fiercely at Ruby Gross before getting up, turning around, and walking straight into his tent, closing the tent flap behind him.
Ruby Gross pouted, "Why glare at me? I didn't talk nonsense. I'm a girl and didn't even wet my pants, but a grown man pissing his pants, that's really poor form!"
Roland Browning, the son of another wealthy family, chimed in, "Carson literally saved our lives, and not a word of thanks, that's just pathetic."
