"Werewolves, they're actually the proud werewolf race."

A discerning tycoon's eyes lit up. Leaning on his cane, he approached Glady and gazed at the robust werewolf with a wolf's head and a human body.

The cage held seven werewolves. Apart from Anna, the werewolf, there were four men and two women, all wrapped in a layer of burlap and bound tightly with ropes.

"Sir, how about buying one and training it to be a guard? It'll be a real status symbol to take it out."

"Glady said obsequiously, showing the bloody gash on his right arm. The wound was more than 20 centimeters long, and even after it had scabbed over, it still had a gruesome, bloody smell."

He pointed to the werewolf who had suffered a backlash and introduced his prowess: "This is the chief of that tribe. He has the most vigorous blood and energy and has broken through to the peak of the Bronze rank. In order to capture him, we lost three brothers, and even I, a berserker of the Silver rank, was injured."

"Let me take another look."

The wealthy man, with a large belly and adorned with sparkling jewelry, gazed upon the werewolves, sweeping over each powerful, ferocious-looking creature before finally settling on the pretty face of a blonde werewolf girl, her eyes filled with tears, a sight to behold.

Suddenly, a wicked glint appeared in the wealthy man's eyes.

The perceptive Gladys nodded secretly, stepped forward, and introduced her with great enthusiasm: "This is the daughter of the werewolf chieftain, named Anna. Please rest assured, sir, we have not touched such a beauty indiscriminately. On the contrary, we have pampered her and treated her like a young lady."

"Hmm...you did a really good job,"

The tycoon responded, his lewd gaze sweeping over the werewolf girl's delicate body, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

She had long, slightly wavy golden hair with two pale golden wolf ears sticking out. Her hair cascaded over her fragrant shoulders. She had a delicate, youthful face with bright green vertical pupils that shimmered with tears. Her skin was fair, pink, smooth, and delicate, clearly from a magical bathhouse, and it exuded a faint orchid fragrance.

"Such a beautiful loli, if you don't act soon, you'll miss your chance."

Seeing the wealthy man's interested expression, Gladys stepped forward and encouraged him.

Werewolves have a unique appearance; male werewolves all have wolf heads and human bodies.

Female werewolves, on the other hand, have a more human-like appearance, appearing only as having a pair of wolf ears and a fluffy tail, giving them a unique exotic charm that makes them popular with some nobles and wealthy people.

In Norse mythology, werewolves are a unique race that arose from the goddess of night devouring the night sky and shattering the moon. The fragments, imbued with the goddess's aura, fell to earth and multiplied.

Therefore, scholars on the mainland generally believe that female werewolves are the most perfect and closest to the form of the goddess of night, while male werewolves are completely corrupted by the night, resulting in wolf heads and human bodies, and their evolution is not perfect.

Whether male or female, once a werewolf reaches the Silver rank and breaks through in physique, they can switch to a giant wolf form and unleash power far exceeding their limits!

"Aww!"

Anna's father let out a long howl, bared his teeth, and suddenly lunged in front of the tycoon. At close range, he exuded a scorching aura, like a hungry wolf, which frightened the tycoon into taking several steps back.

"Sizzle sizzle!"

An electric current surged out, knocking the unruly werewolf to the ground, where it continued to growl.

"Father, please don't be angry!"

Anna clung to her werewolf father's arm, tears streaming down her face, and pleaded.

In this specially made magical cage, the more you resist, the greater the damage you suffer.

Glady helped the tycoon to his feet, looked at the crazed werewolf, and said with a cold look in his eyes, "I'm sorry to have frightened you, sir. I'll teach him a lesson right away."

"No, haha, very good, I want this werewolf girl. How much? Name your price!!"

The tycoon's face flushed red, his chest heaved, and a fervent desire emanated from beneath his eyes...

"Oh, he's a perverted old man with unusual tastes."

Gladys thought to himself, "But this suits my taste perfectly, allowing me to sell it for an even higher price."

"Werewolves? How much are these slaves? We'll take them all."

Just as Gladys was about to sell his first werewolf slave, a handsome young man led a group of fully armed city management officers over.

"You are..."

"I am Jay, the first deputy captain of the Third Urban Management Brigade. Hello, new businessman."

Jay smiled and shook hands with Gladys, appearing very polite.

Through handshakes and conversation, Gladys, with his seasoned life experience, naturally understood that the other party was probably up to no good.

But as a Silver-rank powerhouse, he has activated the Berserker rank; if a bloody conflict were to break out, he…

"Wow, there's a werewolf here!"

Jerry the bear was overjoyed, and his eyes lit up when he saw Anna inside the cage!

"Hey, there really is one! Great, great! Thank you, Lady Luck!"

George, holding his scabbard, stared intently at the werewolf girl, while her father watched them warily.

"What are you two doing? Come back here! Don't make your intentions so obvious!"

Jay grabbed a long spear, slapped Jerry's butt with the tip, and said angrily.

"Vice Captain, this is an absolute gem according to human aesthetic standards; we can't let it slip by!"

"That's right, Vice Captain! For the sake of our Little Fox Cult, let's gather everyone in the city to build a harem for Lady Little Fox!"

"Yes, Your Highness the Little Fox is so great! When the Little Fox returns, offering this werewolf to the Little Fox would be a great achievement!"

His teammates behind him nodded in approval, their eyes gleaming with fervor.

In particular, the members who promoted the Little Fox Cult's doctrines waved a flag with a blazing fire burning on it. A little fox with cherry-gold hair held a torch-shaped ice cream cone high in one hand, facing the three thousand admirers below. Its divine power was overwhelming and its awe-inspiring.

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