Chapter 467 - 375: How Could They Possibly Resist a Figure as Powerful as Chu He?
In his burly hand, he gripped a half-cooked wild boar’s leg.
Then he shoved it violently into his mouth.
He began tearing at it ferociously, his movements savage and crude, utterly devoid of grace.
As he tore madly at the meat, crimson blood dripped steadily from his wolfish fangs.
It splattered on the ground, creating startling blossoms of red.
But he seemed completely unaware.
Instead, he was lost in the unique pleasure of fresh blood and tender, raw meat mingling in his mouth.
A low, feral growl rumbled in his throat from time to time,
as if announcing to the world his satisfaction and deep indulgence in this primitive delicacy.
The remaining third of the group were ordinary humans.
Their faces were filled with relaxed, carefree smiles.
They held various game they had painstakingly hunted from the deep mountains and old forests,
and were skillfully and methodically roasting it over a fire.
Beside them was a pile of assorted spices.
They casually grabbed handfuls of seasoning, sprinkling and rubbing it evenly over the game’s gradually crisping, golden-brown surface.
Before long, the surface of the meat was sizzling with oil,
releasing waves of mouth-watering aroma.
They eagerly lifted the cooked food to their mouths,
savoring its unique flavor.
Then they’d raise a nearby cup of wine and drain it in one gulp,
their faces filled with contentment and satisfaction.
At this moment, all the world’s troubles and worries were forgotten, leaving only this brief interlude of joy and pleasure.
"They’re back."
One of the werewolves seemed to notice something amiss.
He slowly raised his ferocious wolf head.
His voice was low and hoarse, like a worn-out bellows being laboriously pumped, carrying a hint of barely perceptible vigilance.
Just then, a pickup truck shot into the courtyard like a whirlwind,
coming to a steady halt with a piercing screech of its brakes.
The Werewolf in the truck moved with ghostly agility.
He leaped from the vehicle and hurried from the driver’s seat to the back of the pickup.
His face was a mask of savage ferocity.
Without hesitation, he grabbed the hair of Qu Yuxiu, who was still wrapped in white bandages,
as if lifting a helpless chick,
and brutally dragged him out of the truck, throwing him violently to the ground.
Qu Yuxiu’s body slammed heavily onto the dusty, gravel-strewn ground.
A searing pain, as if a thousand arrows had pierced his heart, shot through his wounds.
He couldn’t help but gasp in pain, letting out several low, agonized moans.
The sounds echoed in the silent courtyard, sounding particularly miserable and desolate, enough to evoke pity.
"Should we roast him over the fire and savor him slowly, or just swallow him whole, skin and all?"
The eyes of the werewolves in the courtyard glinted with a chilling, verdant light,
like hungry wolves in the dead of night.
They stared intently at Qu Yuxiu, who was curled up on the ground, their gazes filled with a greed and brutality that seemed ready to devour him alive.
Qu Yuxiu forced himself to endure the pain, struggling to lift his head and take in the scene in the courtyard.
He understood instantly.
He had fallen into the clutches of Jinshan City’s infamous Werewolf Clan.
He had long heard of the Werewolf Clan’s savage, bloodthirsty habits and their practice of eating humans.
He knew that in their world, eating people was as common as it was for humans to eat and drink.
Though he couldn’t stop cursing them in his heart,
cold sweat already beaded on Qu Yuxiu’s forehead, trickling down his cheeks.
It flowed freely beneath his bandages, mingling with the blood seeping from his wounds,
staining them in shocking patterns and soaking them through.
At this moment, he was grievously injured, his strength fading like a receding tide.
Faced with this pack of vicious werewolves,
he didn’t have the slightest chance of resisting.
His heart filled with despair, and he panicked. ’Am I really going to die here, to become food for these beasts?’
"This isn’t just food to fill our bellies."
Sparrow spoke, his voice cold and tinged with a hint of amusement.
He tilted his head back slightly and slowly began to explain what had happened. "Today, we happened to be heading into downtown Jinshan City,
where we chanced upon a very peculiar matter."
"They said someone fell from a thirty-story skyscraper,"
"but incredibly, not only did he survive,"
"he also has an exceptionally vigorous Life Force surging within him,"
"like an inextinguishable flame."
"Most importantly, he’s a new face."
"In the current complex and grim environment,"
"anyone with special powers who wants to enter or exit the territory of another Empire"
"is subjected to extremely strict surveillance and inspection."
"Yet this person seemed to appear out of thin air, with no record of entry or exit."
"That means he must have infiltrated our territory secretly."
"At such a sensitive and critical time..."
At this point, Sparrow seemed to deliberately build suspense, stopping abruptly.
He swaggered over to the side, found a shabby chair, and plopped down.
Then he nonchalantly picked up a piece of meat that was still dripping with blood from the ground.
Without a second glance, he stuffed it directly into his gaping maw and began chewing noisily.
His eating style was utterly barbaric, his mouth smeared with blood and bits of flesh.
The sound of his chewing echoed in the silent courtyard,
like a horrifying symphony from Hell.