"Baseth, if you are dissatisfied with my leadership, you can speak up. I will give you a chance to fight me fairly."
Dean's piercing gaze shot directly towards the opponent.
"If you win, I will give up the position of clan leader. But if you lose, please mind your conduct and don't stir trouble anymore." Dean looked at Baseth seriously.
Baseth was taken aback and burst into laughter, "Dean, have you lost your mind? I'm just a Level Nine werewolf, but you've already become a Wolf King. How could I possibly be a match for you?"
Baseth was indeed self-aware in this regard.
"Do you think I, Dean, am just an oppressive scoundrel?" Dean felt even more disappointed in Baseth.
"I will suppress my strength to Level Nine werewolf to battle you. If you can defeat me, I will honor my promise and give you the clan leader position." Dean said.
Upon hearing Dean's serious tone, the elderly werewolf standing by revealed a worried expression.
