“YOU SHAMELESS PACK OF GREEDY PUPS!”
Wolf-Chief Cang Ya soared through the air above the wooden picnic tables, his silver-gray fur standing on end and his Rank 5 Peak blood-Qi roaring like a snowstorm.
Down below, ten thousand of his fiercest vanguard wolf warriors were sitting politely on wooden benches with clean washed paws, holding porcelain bowls and earnestly practicing their chopstick grip. Not a single wolf even stood up to join his charge—in fact, Sergeant Scar-Claw quickly hunched his shoulders over his bowl so the Chief’s shadow wouldn’t block his light while he fished for a slice of lamb tripe!
Seeing his fearless raiding army turned into obedient restaurant customers in less than five minutes made Cang Ya’s pride burn—and worse, the thick, spicy smell rising directly from Central Cauldron #1 made his own empty stomach twist like a wrung-out towel!
“Human cook!” Cang Ya howled, raising his hundred-pound Wolf-Tooth Greatblade with both hands as he dived straight at the top platform of Cauldron #1. “I’ll cut your poison pot in half—and confiscate all the meat inside for evidence!”
Above Cang Ya’s head as he fell from the sky, his honest tooltip betrayed every bit of his tough talk: [Wolf-Chief Cang Ya — Rank 5 Peak | Loyalty: 22/100 — Thought: Look at that giant round lamb meatball floating right in the middle grid! When my blade hits the pot, I’ll scoop that meatball into my mouth on the rebound!].
