"He only knows how to beat us up. If he's so capable, why hasn't he tamed that tyrant Lin Muyu yet? He's been chasing her for years and hasn't even gotten a smile!"
Another whispered back, "Exactly! He's just a lonely guard dog. He'll never get her to mate with him. He's just as single as we are!"
The silence that followed was deafening.
Wang Mo felt his face burn with a level of embarrassment he hadn't felt since he was a cub.
He stood there, stiff as a board, not daring to look Lin Muyu in the eye. The fierce warrior was suddenly reduced to a speechless, blushing mess.
Lin Muyu's eyes narrowed. She walked toward the pile of beastmen, her footsteps heavy and deliberate.
The bachelors were stunned; now, did they not already leave? Why is she back? Being beaten by Brother Mo was acceptable, but being beaten by Lin Muyu, they couldn't accept it.
So they immediately try to crawl away, but she ignored them. She stopped right in front of Wang Mo.
