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People turned to look at Valerie.
Her face was grim. She raised her hand and slammed her teacup to the ground.
“How are my staff teaching these beast-men?!
“This low-level creature dares to call me by my name?”
Seeing Valerie angered, some onlookers got other ideas.
“If Ms. Blackwood doesn’t want him, why not sell this fox to me?”
“No wonder they call him a fox; he’s got that charming, manipulative look. I like it too.”
A few fleshy-faced older men exchanged knowing glances.
But Valerie’s face was cold as she enunciated each word:
“The law of the jungle. The loser dies. Don’t any of you dare break the rules.”
Julian, pinned to the ground on the platform, his neck bleeding, was moments from
death.
The next second, he somehow produced a small dagger and stabbed the wolf-beast on
top of him.
The wolf-beast struggled weakly a few times, then went still.
Julian had turned the tables at the last moment.
This was a scene I’d never witnessed in my previous life.
The arena fell silent. Everyone stared, stunned, at the platform.
No beast-man had ever managed to evade a search and bring a weapon into the ring.
But precisely because of that, there were no explicit rules against it.
Julian scrambled to his feet, ignoring the blood on his face, and grinned brilliantly at
Valerie.
“Valerie, I won. I…”
Valerie coldly cut him off:
“Who was it just now who wanted this fox?
“Let the bidding begin.”
Julian’s face went utterly white.
