"Brother Xiong, you can't," Wu Ling said in a tone that was neither insistent nor commanding. In fact, it seemed like he was expressing the most token of resistance to the murderous young man's idea.
"Such a gruesome sight would disturb Young Lord Yu's meal," Wu Ling added in fawning tones, throwing Yu Jinqi an exaggerated look of apology. "Let me handle these men. If they're still rude, it won't be too late to separate their heads from their shoulders later. I'll even help you place your new trophies next to the wolf skins, but we should talk to these men first."
"Apologies Brother Mao," Wu Ling said, turning back to the group of men in rough clothes. "Young Lord Yu has been tempering the bodies of his loyal guards with the blood of Red Mist Wolves, making them eager to bare their fangs," he explained as though it excused Xiong Dahuo's actions.
