105 Gossip

Perhaps the scrawny werewolf had gone through a little too much today. Not to mention, the shock of a werewolf befriending a vampire had pushed him over the edge; verbal diarrhea came spewing out. Hao Ren could only muster a stunned look and quipped at the end, "....Your Mandarin is pretty decent..."

Casar Ebben glared coldly at his partner's total lost of self-control and let out a gruff snort. "Ewen, enough! Have some dignity!"

So, the skinny werewolf was called Ewen. He looked at Casar Ebben with resignation and then shifted his gaze towards Vivian. "I admit defeat, kill me if you want to. Werewolves do not negotiate with a vampire... But, I want to know, who in the seven hells are you? There's little that the two of us cannot defeat. However, we were outmatched by you alone... Bloody hell."

Hao Ren wanted to retort. What was that, being defeated by Vivian alone?! He also contributed to the fight, a solitary fist on an already beaten sod.…