Chapter 119: with translation of chapter title

The Black Wolf Tribe chief, even with his ass he knows, what this pack of lechers is thinking, gave a calm nod: "Send a wolf over to flirt a bit, see if there are any Snow Tiger Tribe beastmen nearby."

After a discussion, the Black Wolf tribe members decisively picked the most handsome male wolf from their ranks.

The male wolf gave a hehe smile, baring his sharp fangs: "Little ones, I'll go first; wait for my good news."

Having said that, he was about to waddle over to the small hill when a huge paw slapped him to the ground.

Get down on the ground, you.

The Black Wolf tribe chief looked at the young beastman before him with contempt; daring to call him 'little ones,' he's really asking for trouble.

Having said that, he waved his big paw and casually pointed at a beastman: "You go."

The beastman, flattered and startled, laughed hysterically inside as he sprinted away.

Looking at the patch of white on the slope, he howled like a wolf inside: "Little female, a strong beastman warrior has come!"

Not far away, at the foot of the hill, a group of golden-colored Mad Lion Tribe beastmen watched with complex expressions as the beastman warrior sprinted up the slope.

Chief, should we give a friendly reminder that these Black Wolf Tribe beastmen are as stupid as ever?

The Mad Lion Tribe chief, legs crossed, gloated: "The beastmen brought forth by that stupid chief are hardly smart; no need to warn them—we'll just watch the show here."

Hardly had his words fallen when wave after wave of miserable wolf howls spread across the whole small hill.

The Black Wolf male howled miserably, tears smearing his wolf face: "Damn it, brothers, this is a male, you've trapped a beast!"

The Black Wolf tribe beastmen hiding in the bushes each shrank their heads, looking at their miserable brothers on the hill, and fell silent...

Holy shit, lucky I didn't go over just now.

The handsome Black Wolf beastman, having said that, looked gratefully toward his chief.

Chief, you are truly wise and mighty.

The Black Wolf tribe chief's embarrassed face suddenly turned proud: "Of course, you are the tribe's most handsome beastman; keeping you around is still useful—how could I let you go out to be abused?"

But inside he was cursing a thousand mothers—are these Snow Tiger Beastmen sick? A male twisting like that isn't something a female beastman would do, is it?

Please come out, Black Wolf Tribe beastmen; this beastman warrior of ours has never seen you before and accidentally beat you up—really sorry.

Yuan Lang stood beside Teng Qian with a group of beastmen, scratching his ear, speaking insincerely.

And before him was that Black Wolf Tribe beastman howling in misery.

The Black Wolf tribe chief gave a dry cough, decisively stood up, and led his people out.

Haha, really sorry; my people were just going to say hello, but I didn't expect to... hehe.

Damn it, the Snow Tiger Tribe beastmen are really over the top—can you even tell they're wolves anymore? They've lost all wolfish features!

Will I die if I go easy on them?

Hahaha, Black Wolf Tribe chief, everyone knows what kind of conduct your tribe has—why are you here trying to save face?

A bunch of clueless wolf pups, able to mistake that huge male beastman for a female and still want to flirt—only you could pull that off.

A big lump of Teng Qian: '...'

I damn well just want to laugh in your face—if you've got the guts, step out, old man, and see if I don't... huh?