Luna Sutton's lips twitched, wishing she could kick him.
This bastard did it on purpose!
With everyone watching, saying such things was obviously just making her hated.
Sure enough, the surrounding beastmen and females had instantly complicated expressions.
Especially Mia, her eyes were full of jealous resentment, as if she wanted to tear Luna to pieces.
Luna simply couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.
Corbin Crowley's gaze was dangerously cold—after slaughtering beasts all night, his anger hadn't faded, and hearing Rhys Blackwood's "does your waist still hurt" was like pouring oil on the fire.
"Rhys, I heard you handled and butchered all the prey I hunted last night. Who said you could touch them?"
He spoke coldly, his voice sharp as ice.
It was obvious he was looking for a fight.
Rhys arched an eyebrow, lips curling in a provocative smirk, and said coolly, "What, killing beasts last night wasn't enough and you want to come at me now?"
