Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1684 - 1673: Eating Meat Without Spitting Out the Bones

Alice, who was feeling uneasy with guilt, didn't notice that there were four fewer members of the Blood Clan present.The Philip Family and the Morgan Family had already decided to support Ning Fan.

To bolster the momentum of today's negotiations, all the clan members of the two families' New York branch were required to attend tonight, even the Baron with the weakest cultivation.

The Morgan Family, which didn't have many members to begin with, was particularly affected by the absence of four Viscounts.

"Mr. Ning, we're looking forward to celebrating with you tonight."

William also intended to use tonight as an opportunity to formally introduce Ning Fan to the clan members.

Ning Fan laughed, "The Duke really has high expectations of me."

"I trust my intuition."

"Young man, I have faith in you too."

Ning Fan boldly declared, "Then let's wait to toast with celebratory wine."

As for whether it would be fine wine or blood wine, everything depended on tonight.

Dozens of black sedans moved ghost-like toward Konya Park.

Once the convoy disappeared, a car emerged from the shadows next to the hotel and drove off in the opposite direction.

Tonight was destined not to be peaceful.

Konya Park, already half-abandoned, looked even more desolate under the night sky.

Being located in a remote area, the park was seldom visited, and with the history of the murder that occurred there, it was as desolate as a ghost-town during the day, let alone in the dead of night.

As soon as he got out of the car at the park entrance, Ning Fan sensed a strong wild aura.

William shook his head, "These uncouth barbarians have no understanding of subtlety and restraint."

Andrew sneered, "Otherwise, how could they be called barbarians."

"Let's go."

Ning Fan smiled gently, not caring if this was a deliberate intimidation tactic on the opponent's part or genuine ignorance.

In any case, Ning Fan wasn't naive enough to release his aura deliberately, making himself as noticeable as a beacon.

"The Werewolves' quality is far inferior to the Blood Clan's."

Unlike the Werewolves, the dozens of Blood Clan members present remained silent, diligently restraining their aura.

As they marched, the large group made no sound with their footsteps, demonstrating remarkable discipline.

Soon, Ning Fan noticed a bright light coming from afar,

along with the sound of crackling wood burning and the aroma of roast meat wafting through the air. Ning Fan quipped, "They wouldn't be barbecuing, would they?"

"That's not surprising."

William laughed and shook his head, then instructed, "Albert, lead the clan members to set up the Mirror Formation."

"Murphy, you go help too."

Ning Fan didn't ask for more details; the name alone indicated that this array was mainly for concealment purposes.

As they drew closer to the bonfire, dozens of towering figures came into view before Ning Fan.

These men were exceptionally tall, all over 2.5 meters, with the tallest standing a striking 3 meters high.

Together, they stood like a wall.

Recalling the Werewolf with the severed arm from that night, Ning Fan had to admit, the Werewolves' physical prowess was indeed impressive, each one a muscle-bound giant with biceps you could ride a horse on.

"Something's off!"

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized a peculiar figure among them.

A scrawny, wrinkled old man, less than 1.5 meters tall.

If not for Ning Fan's sharp eyesight, this old man would have been nearly impossible to spot.

Compared to the mighty giants, the old man appeared insignificant and inconspicuous.

"This is the Werewolf's Shaman Priest, Uhr; he wields quite a bit of Black Magic. It looks like Bruce has come well-prepared this time, you mustn't underestimate him."

Listening to William's transmitted thoughts, Ning Fan shifted his gaze to the wooden staff in the old man's hand.

The staff was entirely black, with an unknown beast's head atop it.

"Crunch… Crunch…"

Following the sound, Ning Fan looked towards the three-meter tall giant.

The giant, typically eating meat without discarding bones, shoved a whole pig's foot into his mouth, bones and all.

The crunching sound was the noise of pig bones being bitten through.

Facing the arrival of the Blood Clan, the giant seemed not to notice and continued eating heartily.

Seeing this scene, Ning Fan couldn't help but chuckle in frustration, "Strong teeth and good mood. It seems he's confident of devouring me this time."

Not only the giant, but all the other Werewolves also focused on their meat.

"That's Bruce, the Clan Leader of the Blood Fang Tribe, and the other by his side is Cybins, Clan Leader of the Fallen Moon Tribe."

Facing this scene, William calmly transmitted his thoughts.

The exchanges between Blood Clan and Werewolves had been going on for so long that even William didn't know when it started.

The Blood Clan was long accustomed to the Werewolves' brutality and arrogance, if angered by this, the Blood Clan would have gone extinct from rage long ago.

On hearing this, Ning Fan turned his gaze to Cybins, bare-chested, his chest covered in intricate tattoos.

Like the Philip and Morgan Families, Cybins was here to support Bruce.

Eventually, when the sound of crunching bones subsided, Bruce nonchalantly asked, "What about our people?"

"They're not dead."

William responded coolly. With his status, there was no need to be polite to Werewolves, even if they were Clan Leaders.

"As long as they're not dead."

Bruce showed complete indifference.

Death during Blood Clan and Werewolf collaborations had become commonplace among all Werewolf tribes.

On hearing this, Ning Fan finally understood.

Why William and Andrew could confidently guarantee this matter.

Even Xiu En, with only Viscount-level cultivation, dared to casually speak of killing.

Ning Fan shook his head internally, "With such a carefree Clan Leader, it's unimaginable how the Blood Fang Tribe has survived till today."

Bruce then called out, "William, for the sake of your Phillips Family, I can overlook this incident."

After speaking, Bruce turned the topic, "But you still owe me an explanation. I'm not satisfied with the terms you proposed last time."

Noticing Ning Fan's curious look, William transmitted, "This was my prior agreement with Bruce, promising him assistance with a certain amount of supplies."

Werewolves were non-productive and lived only by hunting; without the secret support from the Blood Clan, they might have starved to death.

Or caused chaos and been exterminated by human forces.

"We've deliberated, and this time we want double compensation…"

At that moment, the Shaman Priest tapped his staff lightly on the ground.

Though almost inaudible, the sound resonated like a loud bell, making Bruce instantly clam up mid-yell.

"No… We have five injured clan members this time, so we need quintuple compensation. Let's settle it this way; as usual, you deliver the goods."

After speaking, Bruce clapped his hands, "Alright, let's go, I don't want to stay a second longer in this human place."

A werewolf hugging half a pig's foot, mouth dripping with grease, complained, "Clan Leader, I'm not full yet."

"Fool, eat when we return to the tribe."

Bruce smacked the person's head.