All the Greats of the Beast Race Are My Little Fans

A normal girl, Yu Wanwan, one day stepped onto the Beastmen Continent. Powerless, she decided to cling to the coattails of the Great White Tiger.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Far...

Chapter 159 Sophistry

Seeing that the Beast King seemed to be in a daze and didn't react for a long time, one of the older warthog beastmen crawled out, tears welling up in his cloudy eyes, his deeply lined face looking even more weathered: "Beast King, this time it was our future chieftain who died. He had only recently come of age and should have had a bright future ahead of him, but now he was persecuted and inexplicably lost his life, leaving only a pile of ashes. His beast father and mother had placed high hopes on him, and they are so old. We don't know how we will explain this to them when we go back!"

As he spoke, he shook the bag he was gripping tightly in his hand.

A person who was once so tall and strong is now just a light, floating pile of dust. Who wouldn't be heartbroken?

An old man crying so pitifully easily evokes sympathy from everyone. The orcs watching from the sidelines couldn't help but start discussing among themselves, all feeling that the White Tiger tribe had gone too far. It was just a competition, yet they had to do it like this, directly killing someone's child who had just come of age.

Their probing and scrutinizing gazes fell upon them from time to time, as if they wanted to drown them in spittle.

Wangye said, "You want me to get justice for you, so what do you want to do?"

“A life for a life; the people of the White Tiger tribe should be sentenced to death.”

“Yes, I also think they should pay for their crimes with their lives. After all, he was the future chieftain of their clan.” An orc who was watching couldn’t help but chime in.

Wangye licked his teeth and stroked his chin in thought.

This matter could be a big deal or a small deal. The competition did not stipulate that people could not be killed, but if the other party insists on using the lack of an agreement to demand that the White Tiger tribe pay with their lives, there is nothing he can do.

In the past, when such things happened, Wangye would ask Feihan for his opinion and discuss them with him. Now that Feihan is involved in the matter, Wangye wants to know how he will handle it.

Sure enough, the next second Fei Han stood up and said calmly, "You keep saying that Mo Zhou deliberately killed people, but Mo Zhou has never met your clansmen before. There is no grudge between them. They are fighting because they are in a competition."

"The competition never said that killing was allowed."

"But the rules of the game don't say that you can't kill someone."

The warthog orc choked.

That seems to make sense, but he's already made such a big fuss today, he can't just give up like that. He turned his gaze away and said, as if he were being unreasonable, "I don't care, anyway, murderers have to pay with their lives."

Fei Han smiled slightly and said, "Do you think you can just pay with your life just because you say so? Who knows if what you said today is true?"

"W-What truth?"

“We’ve never crossed paths before, and today you suddenly brought out a bag, saying it contained the ashes of your people. Who knows what’s inside?”

The warthog orc was surprised that he would be questioned, and quickly said, "Of course, these are the ashes of my people."

"You say so, but what proof do you have?"

The warthog orc's face flushed red: "This is the corpse we collected ourselves. We burned it to ashes because we were worried it would decompose."

“Alright.” Fei Han smiled slightly and continued to ask, “You said you wanted to seek justice, so why didn’t you raise any questions when the competition ended? Why wait until now to bring your ashes over when the Beast King was clearly present at that time?”

The warthog orc instinctively said, "That...that's because we didn't know we couldn't kill people in the orc city." At that time, no one objected to the competition results, nor did anyone question the deaths of the participants. They still thought that the arena competitions didn't discriminate between life and death.

"Oh?" Fei Han's smile widened. "Weren't you just saying you knew the rules of Beast City? How come you suddenly don't know them?"

"I...we..." the warthog orc couldn't answer.

"You said you admire the Beast King and are afraid of causing trouble, so you carefully learned the rules of Beast City. Don't you know that appeals like yours must be made on the spot, and they are invalid after the deadline?"

The warthog orc's face turned pale.

When that person told them, they didn't mention that there was a time limit!

Seeing his appearance, everyone immediately realized that these warthog orcs were completely unaware of the rules of the beast city.

"Besides, there are no corpses now. I have every reason to suspect that you are a spy sent by the Cold-Blooded Beast Clan, deliberately bringing a bunch of unidentifiable things that you claim are ashes, in an attempt to cause trouble in Beast City and damage the interests of our Hot-Blooded Beast Clan."

These words caused an uproar among those present.

The warthog orc trembled with fear. He never imagined that with just a few words from Fei Han, he would be labeled a spy of the cold-blooded beastmen and sent to the beast city to cause trouble.

"I...I'm not!" the warthog beastmen cried out.

Some people couldn't bear to watch and couldn't help but say, "It shouldn't be them, they don't look like cold-blooded beastmen at all."

Hearing someone raise a question, Fei Han remained calm and simply looked at him, saying indifferently, "No one knows for sure, but it's better to be safe than sorry. If they really are spies, we're the ones who are unlucky today, but maybe next time one of you here will be the one who suffers."

His gaze swept over everyone present. Even though Fei Han was very beautiful, everyone felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

Furthermore, his words frightened everyone present. None of them wanted to be schemed against by the cold-blooded beastmen, nor did they want to get burned and become the next tribe to be schemed against by the warthog tribe.

With this in mind, even the orcs who had initially spoken up for the warthog orcs shut their mouths and became complete spectators.

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