Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1686 - 1675: Werewolf Compromise

Uhr's face was grim, waiting for William to give an explanation."Damn human, I want to kill you. Eat your flesh, drink your blood..."

Hearing Bruce's roar, Ning Fan frowned, puzzled, and looked at William, "Do werewolves eat humans?"

In Ma Fei'er's description, all the werewolves she had killed had gone mad and committed atrocities after unleashing their inner murderous desire.

Although they killed countless people, they only bit humans to death, not actually eating them.

Thus, Ning Fan wasn't sure about this. To him, werewolves, like the Blood Clan, were akin to some mutated humans.

Ning Fan simply could not accept the idea that werewolves feed on humans.

"Humans, it seems you don't understand us werewolves..."

As Uhr was explaining, Bruce's roar interrupted again, "Pfft! Our mighty werewolves would never eat you cowardly weaklings."

Things were always strangely surprising.

If Uhr explained it, Ning Fan would definitely maintain a half-doubting attitude.

But coming from Bruce, the brute, Ning Fan chose to fully believe.

"Maybe it's those wise eyes!"

Looking at Uhr's squinting eyes, Ning Fan instinctively recalled a saying, "Squinty eyes are always monsters."

William said coldly, "Priest Uhr, your clansman almost insulted Mr. Ning's wife, shouldn't you apologize?"

"Well..."

Uhr was stunned, this unexpected news caught him off guard.

At this time, Bruce shouted loudly, "Rotten bat, you're talking nonsense. Human women, dry and devoid of any hair, how could my clansman fancy them?"

"Clan Leader, that's not true. I actually find human women attractive, they're fragrant. Much better than my old wife..."

This lagging clansman's words were cut short as Bruce slapped him and sent him flying.

The clan member seemed to be hit by a speeding truck, breaking through five large trees in succession before stopping his retreat.

Looking at the large trees requiring an adult's embrace in diameter, and seeing the werewolf casually pat his butt and stand up, unfazed.

Ning Fan's eyes were filled with surprise, once again refreshing his understanding of werewolves.

Bruce's casual hit contained such terrifying power.

Moreover, the werewolf's body was unbelievably stout.

"Bruce, shut up."

Uhr scolded, then added, "This is only your biased perception, it's hard for us to imagine."

William sneered, "Bring them up."

Soon, the werewolf whose arm was severed that night was escorted by the Blood Clan.

By now, the Blood Clan no longer needed to guard them.

Two werewolves ran towards Cybins, evident that they belonged to the Fallen Moon Tribe.

"You can ask your clansmen if they actually did such a thing."

Saying this, William looked sharply at one person.

Facing the three in front of him, Uhr asked softly, "Is there any truth to it?"

"Yes."

The werewolf who acted that night admitted without hesitation.

Werewolves might have a deceitful side, but never dare to show their slyness in front of the tribe's Shaman.

Seeing Uhr silent, William sneered, "Your clansman broke the rules, disobeyed our orders, how do you think this matter should be resolved?"

Uhr didn't answer the question, just asked lightly, "Does the Philip Family really need to know?"

Andrew stood forward, "And our Morgan Family."

"I understand."

Uhr nodded, "For one human, the Blood Clan disregards thousands of years of friendship between the two clans."

William and Andrew's words were clear, both families were determined to support Ning Fan.

"Priest Uhr, don't make false accusations. Your clansman broke the rules first, and also offended my Philip Family's guest."

"That's right. Mr. Ning is also a guest of our Morgan Family."

After speaking, Andrew said in a chilly tone, "Your clansman has some gall, daring to threaten my daughter."

Uhr sneered, "Since when did Blood Clan and humans become friends?"

"That's our business, nothing to do with you."

Looking again at Ning Fan, a gleam flashed in Uhr's eyes, as he said eerily, "It seems we werewolves have secluded ourselves for too long, unable to understand this world. Even the Holy Temple has Fallen."

Hearing this, William and Andrew coldly laughed, without any intention to explain.

Befriending a human cultivator who can cultivate Holy Power means an extra safeguard for these dark creatures.

"Since you know the truth, show your stand. Everything should be decided by Mr. Ning."

After saying this, William completely stepped back into the shadows, today he was representing the Philip Family, declaring his stance to the werewolves.

Ning Fan knew well inside, William and Andrew were indirectly pressuring the werewolves.

Despite what was said before, there was no need for the two families to intervene.

But for their goodwill at this moment, Ning Fan could only be grateful.

These dark creatures are like one family.

If the Blood Clan weren't present, the werewolves would've already attacked Ning Fan, the human, and wouldn't still be rambling here in negotiations.

Uhr spoke, "Human, what do you want?"

Facing Uhr's compromise, Ning Fan clearly knew that just giving the werewolves a step down would end this incident, but that wasn't the result he wanted.

Ning Fan said lightly, "Very simple. Just have your clansman apologize to me."

"Human, dare to humiliate me, I want to kill you."

As the words fell, a shadow swiftly appeared in front of Ning Fan.

"Stand back."

Amidst the fierce wind, the fist as big as a sand basin stopped an inch before Ning Fan's face.

Bruce, holding his fist in the air, shouted discontentedly, "Old man, why do you want me to stop?"

This speaks to the Shaman Priest's status among werewolves, though usually unobtrusive, carries authority within the werewolves.

Uhr ignored him and said blandly, "Werewolves can be killed but not humiliated. You can choose another request?"

Ning Fan emphasized again, "I only want an apology from your tribe. Nothing else will be accepted."

"Old man, you've heard it. Let me kill this human. One punch and I can crush his head to pulp."

"Okay."

Upon hearing this, all the werewolves present were stunned, disbelief etched across their faces as they looked at Uhr.

Could it be Uhr Shaman's identity, Bruce even suspected a traitor among the clansmen.

"Old man, what are you doing?"

"You damn fool, are you crazy, actually letting me apologize to a human!"

"You can choose another clan leader. I can't be bothered with this human."

...

Standing over three meters tall, Bruce roared at Uhr, who was merely as tall as his leg, the flying saliva could make an old man take a bath.

"You damned fool, shut up."