"Brother Black Tooth, you are so brave! I'll toast you again!"
"Not at all, not at all. If it weren't for that bastard Glady's attack, our Black Fang tribe would have driven back these invaders!"
"That's right, that bastard Gladys is a real scoundrel..."
George echoed, lowered his head to drink, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
This Black Tooth was quite cunning; he had been trying to get information out of the other party, but hadn't managed to utter a single word.
As expected of a tribal chief, he set a trap to gather intelligence on the Black Fang tribe, but the latter laughed heartily and steered the conversation toward Glady, biting into a crispy roasted chicken wing and drinking a large bowl of fine wine while cursing Glady as a son of a bitch...
"Awoo awoo!"
The six werewolves' eyes lit up, gleaming with excitement, as they enjoyed the sumptuous meal.
For them, food is the most important resource, and what they used to eat in the tribe was usually just roasted meat, with almost no such refined food as found in the city.
The werewolves lowered their guard for two reasons: partly due to Black Fang's signal, and partly because the act of breaking the slave contract truly shocked them.
It's important to understand that a slave contract is a legal certificate of ownership of a slave, granting the master magical control over them.
If a slave dares to harm or disobey his master, the master can inflict unbearable suffering on the slave with a single thought.
Therefore, when Blackfang and the other werewolves killed Gladys, their first action was actually to seize and tear up the slave contract.
"The Blacktooth tribe has been wiped out. As the leader of the werewolves, he is temporarily working with us. He shouldn't make any rash moves before we have a clear understanding of the situation."
Jay observed the werewolf, took a sip of lemon tea, and thought to himself.
Buying slaves, tearing up their contracts in front of them, and converting them into employees was a policy Xiao Han once tried to implement to liberate slaves. It was implemented in the eight streets under his jurisdiction (the jurisdiction of the additional four streets was temporarily taken over by Han Mo because Little Fox had not returned).
This policy of freeing slaves led to a recent group of familiar slave traders taking advantage of Jay, but Jay was good at persuasion and often bought at market price.
Afterward, the purchased slaves had several career paths to choose from, including selling ice cream, gathering fruits and vegetables, cultivating crops on the estate, joining the hamster engineering team, and so on.
This seemingly foolish behavior makes the little fox appear somewhat silly in front of the powerful, yet also evokes a sense of respect.
With these thoughts in mind, Jay put down his lemon tea, feeling a little nostalgic for the little fox.
Jay believed that if the werewolf spent some time with the little fox, he would be won over by his personal charm.
"Is this how you serve tea?"
A young girl with slightly curled blonde hair in twin ponytails, dressed in an exquisite red and white shrine maiden robe, carried a plate of food. Her two wolf ears twitched, and her pretty face was icy cold.
"Of course, keep smiling!"
The tavern waitress covered her mouth and chuckled, helping Anna tie the bow at her collar and pulling up her white stockings. This seductive act instantly made the adventurers' blood boil, and those with a lolicon tendency even had nosebleeds. If they could touch that youthful, innocent body and feel those fair legs, they would die without regret...
Because the Third Urban Management Brigade collectively desired to create a harem of young girls for the little fox, they had the petite Anna take care of the little fox's daily life, and on the night the little fox returned, they did *that*.
Of course, the agreement stated that he would work as a waiter at the tavern. George, who came up with this terrible idea, received a lot of praise from his teammates in the city management department.
Seeing this, Black Fang glared fiercely at the group of adventurers.
Meanwhile, George, whom Black Fang considered his brother but who sold his daughter, calmly ate a roasted pork leg, enjoying a lavish meal.
Actually, it wasn't just Jay; the people from the Third Urban Management Brigade, the reborn Hamster Engineering Team, the girls selling ice cream, and the redeemed thugs all missed the little fox a bit.
When the little fox was around, his subordinates all had an inexplicable sense of confidence, causing chaos in Titan City. Every day was exciting.
Recently, the little fox went on a long trip, and the group of people who had gotten used to it couldn't adapt.
In the midst of a peaceful and uneventful life, Maki's domineering nature is unsettling.
Sigh, when will Master Fox return...?
"This is my roasted lamb leg, what do you mean by this?!"
Jerry, the bear-man who had been banished to a remote corner by George, grabbed a mercenary by the collar, pointed at the large piece of roasted lamb that had been taken from him, and was furious.
"What nonsense are you spouting? This is the roast lamb leg I ordered, a large portion for three silver coins, while yours is only a small portion, less than thirty copper coins. You've already gnawed the bones off, and you've been staring at my roast lamb leg the whole time. What the hell are you trying to do!"
The mercenary unleashed his magical power, grabbed Jerry's paw, and shouted.
"Jerry, what's going on?!"
"Damn it, you dare mess with the Mad Scorpion Mercenary Group? You're asking for death!"
The atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became tense over this trivial matter.
"You son of a bitch, you knew I got a small portion, and you still ripped the meat off the top! Even that bastard Gladys isn't this arrogant!"
"Bear Man Jerry roared, his blood boiling, breaking free from the mercenary's grasp, his face contorted with rage."
Who is Gladys?
"I don't know, but if Jerry the Bear keeps talking about it, it can't be a good thing."
The adventurers watched this scene with great interest; fighting in the tavern was the life of an adventurer.
Of course, the losing side is always responsible for the final compensation, which has gradually become a unique tradition over hundreds of years.
The Third Urban Management Brigade did not take action. After all, in Little Fox's training, subordinates were required to obey their superiors.
After Little Fox went on his long trip, his superiors were Jay and George.
"Brother, it seems your men have gotten themselves into trouble."
Black Fang sipped his drink, watching the scene with a smile: "Those members of the Mad Scorpion mercenary group are all seasoned Silver-rank professionals; they're not easy to deal with."
"Hehe, don't worry, brother, we won't suffer any losses."
George laughed heartily, his fingers resting on the hilt of his knife. If the Mad Scorpion mercenaries dared to secretly attack Bearman Jerry, he would be the first to rush up and cut them down.
Although they outwardly called each other brothers with Jerry in the team, they secretly smeared each other and were political enemies, but in the end, their entire urban management team were all Little Fox's people.
If Jerry suffers a loss, it will be a disgrace to Lord Little Fox. As the vice-captain, how can George tolerate this?
"Bang!"
Just as a brawl was about to break out, a plainclothes city management officer hurriedly burst through the tavern door, drawing everyone's attention to him.
"Vice Captain, Little... Little Fox Lord is back!"
The moment the urban management officers entered, they shouted loudly.
"What!"
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