Black Skin's complexion turned a ghastly shade of iron blue.
His expression was uglier than if he had swallowed a dead infant.
"You!" Black Skin fumed internally, but he didn't know how to retort. He could only point his finger at Chen Yang, struggling to form a single sentence.
However, at this moment, one of the men behind him suddenly caught on and whispered in Black Skin's ear, "Brother Hei, we were originally eyeing the wild chickens of Weed Slope. Look, all the chickens are stupidly standing here; why don't we just catch them? Wouldn't that settle everything?"
Upon hearing this, Black Skin's eyes lit up, "Right! Why didn't I think of that!"
Immediately afterward, he completely ignored Chen Yang, who had challenged him to eat the wild chickens raw, and turned to the group behind him, "Brothers, let's catch the wild chickens!"
At Black Skin's command, those men behind him sprang into action.
They began to bend over and grab the chickens that stood motionless on the ground.
