Under the reprimand of Uhr, Bruce seemed petrified, his mouth agape, then retreated to one side like a wronged child.
"The Shaman holds such a high status! If I were to kill this old man, who knows…"
Imagining werewolves hunting across the mountains, Ning Fan shook his head, letting go of the wicked thought in his mind.
After glancing at the silent William and Andrew, Uhr spoke again, "But I have one request."
"Go ahead."
"You duel with Bruce. If you win, I guarantee Bruce will apologize to you."
Upon hearing this, Bruce laughed loudly, "Old man, stop joking. How can a human possibly defeat me? With one punch, I can send him flying. Haha…"
"Clan Leader, why not let me do it?"
"Get out! Don't embarrass us here."
…
Looking at the laughing werewolves, Uhr continued, "If you lose, consider it as if this never happened."
Ning Fan teased lightly, "Once I'm dead, naturally there's nothing to worry about."
"What's your opinion?"
"Okay."
