The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 94: Corbin Crowley’s Overbearing Dominance
Jett watched as Corbin Crowley suddenly transformed into a beast, his heart filled with terror.
Instantly beastly, he also became a tall Bloodwolf, though his size was a circle smaller than Corbin Crowley’s.
His four hooves flew as he turned around and rushed towards the cave entrance.
Extremely fast, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Corbin Crowley coldly watched Jett’s fleeing figure, his silver eyes flashing with ridicule, but did not immediately chase after him.
He slowly turned his head, his wolf eyes icily gazing at Luna Sutton, speaking in human words: "Just now, were you having a happy chat with him?"
His voice was deep and dangerous.
Luna Sutton felt the danger emanating from him, her heart secretly cried out that this was bad.
But on the surface, she appeared calm, just a bit stiff in expression, saying sheepishly: "No, no, I was fooling him to stall for time, so I could find an opportunity to escape and ask for your help."
Corbin Crowley coldly snorted inside, neither believing nor disbelieving.
The wolf’s eyes narrowed, his silver eyes seemingly able to see through the heart: "Oh? Is that so? How come I heard you say he’s more handsome than all five of us?"
She secretly lamented, this damn man really did hear, and he’s quite vengeful.
She adjusted her expression and quickly explained: "I was just bluffing him, to make him lower his guard. Just his disgusting demeanor, makes me want to vomit just looking at him, disgusting, yet he feels good about himself, thinking he’s very handsome, what a joke. He not only is no match for you, but he probably can’t compete with even your toes."
Speaking to this point, she looked at Corbin Crowley, shamelessly starting to flatter: "Especially you, you’re the most handsome among the five Beast Husbands, and the most powerful too, what is Jett worth? He’s not even fit to carry your shoes."
Though her words were a bit disgustingly exaggerated, they were indeed true.
Listening to her explanation, the coldness in Corbin Crowley’s silver wolf eyes dissipated, instead a touch of satisfaction emerged.
Clearly not intending to pursue the matter further, he let her off.
Afterward, his enormous wolf body transformed into a silver shadow, disappearing inside the cave in the blink of an eye.
Chasing after Jett.
Luna Sutton watched his departing figure, feeling relieved, but also somewhat helpless.
This damn man is really petty, actually got angry.
Even angry enough that the favorability dropped to negative numbers.
The corner of her mouth twitched hard, thinking about that -100 favorability, her head hurt again.
With difficulty she had brushed the scores back to positive, even reaching the favorable stage, now all back to square one.
Secretly in her heart, she cursed that damn man a thousand times over.
Wondering how to brush the favorability back up.
At this moment, she heard the system’s cheerful voice in her mind.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, Corbin Crowley’s favorability has risen to 60, increasing by 5 points, currently his favorability is 65, congratulations host on successfully resolving the misunderstanding."
She was instantly stunned, listening clearly to what the system said, her expression full of surprise.
She had just been worried about how to brush the favorability back up, unexpectedly it rose again.
That damn man’s favorability is like a wave, once at -100, then suddenly climbing back up, her little heart really couldn’t take it.
Luna Sutton raised her hand to touch her chest, her face showing a bit of post-crisis relief.
Her gaze turned towards the cave entrance, lifting her foot to chase after up.
Just as she ran out of the woods, she saw not far ahead on the grassland, Jett was slapped to the ground by Corbin Crowley, in an extremely embarrassed state.
The Bloodwolf form Jett had taken was large in size, but before Corbin Crowley, the imposing Silver-moon Grey Wolf, he was merely like a little puppy, utterly powerless.
Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes were icy cold, his wolf claw harshly pressing on Jett’s head, his voice low and dangerous: "Dare to plot against me, and even think of touching my mate, bold indeed, you’re the first."
Luna Sutton had just run over and saw this scene, her heart feeling immensely gratified.
Corbin Crowley’s domineering nature and might were fully displayed at this moment, strangely felt amazingly handsome, and irresistible to look away.
Especially that phrase "my mate."
Her heart couldn’t help but throb a little.
"Ahem."
She lightly coughed, pretending to walk over nonchalantly.
Looking at Jett, who’s pinned to the ground, the corner of her mouth curled into a mocking smile, exaggeratedly starting her performance: "Oh dear, Jett brother, what’s happened to you? Didn’t you want me to take off my skirt, and wanted me to go to the flower sea to mate with you? How come you’re lying on the ground? Need sister to give you a hand?"
Her words clearly carried a hint of taunt and ridicule.
Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes abruptly turned cold, glancing at her without speaking.
But the wolf claw pressing on Jett’s head tightened a bit more, causing Jett’s entire skull to sink into the dirt, letting out a painful whimper.
"Want to be her sixth Beast Husband, without any skill, that’s lethal."
His chillingly cold voice.
As he spoke, his wolf leg kicked, a certain part of Jett’s wolf body instantly became bloody and mangled.
"Awooo—"
Jett let out a heartrendingly extreme wolf howl, his whole body trembled violently, eyes full of pain and fear.
He hadn’t expected Corbin Crowley would be so ruthless, leaving him without mercy.
Also robbed him of his dignity as a male Beastman forever.
No longer can be considered as a male beast.
Back at The Salt Lake.
While busy with the salt drying work, Finn Arcanus, Yuri Ashwood, and other Beastmen heard this extremely heartrending wolf howl, feeling compelled to shiver.
Clearly didn’t understand what’s happening.
Soon, some Beastmen recognized it as Jett’s voice, couldn’t help but say: "Why does this wolf howl sound so much like Jett? Wasn’t he supposed to stay at the cliff waiting for us? How come the sound seems nearby?"
The Beastmen present showed faces of surprise upon hearing the remark.
Listening carefully, they realized it indeed was Jett’s voice.
But the voice sounded too miserable initially, which made them not recognize it at first.
"What happened to Jett? Why is he making such a miserable sound?"
"From the sound, it’s as if he suffered a serious trauma, could it be he encountered some fierce beast?"
"Possible, whoever goes over to check will know what’s going on."
...
Finn Arcanus, Yuri Ashwood, and others discussed sending Jett over to check, while the rest continued drying salt.
Jett transformed into his true form, a black wolf, swiftly running towards the direction of the sound.
Meanwhile, Luna Sutton stood beside Corbin Crowley, coldly watching Jett’s original form struggle painfully on the ground, without a hint of pity in her heart.
If Corbin Crowley hadn’t appeared in time, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Damn man... good job.
"Ah... Corbin Crowley, you bastard, you’ll die a horrible death, you slaughter your kind, the leader won’t let you off."
Jett writhed in pain all over, but his head was pressed firmly in the dirt, voice full of venom and fear.
But mostly filled with despair.
He knew he was done for, feared he’d die here soon.
Corbin Crowley sneered, his silver eyes flashed with disdain and mockery, his voice low and frosty: "Slaughter my kind? Do you have the right to say that? If the leader knew you made us fall off the cliff and insult his daughter, he’d probably be the first to kill you."
Jett’s heart sank instantly to rock bottom, never expected Corbin Crowley knew everything.
The wolf’s eyes glinted with a touch of ferocity and resolution, knowing he couldn’t escape death, he intended to drag someone down with him.
With that thought, he abruptly struggled and astonishingly broke free of Corbin Crowley’s grasp.
Then, disregarding everything, he pounced towards Luna Sutton, clearly intending to take her down with him.
Corbin Crowley was prepared, with one claw he smacked him back to the ground.
His silver eyes flickered with a chilling light, slowly lowered his head, wolf mouth opened wide, revealing sharp fangs, spoke human words: "Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish."
With that, the wolf claw slashed abruptly, accompanied by several actions.
Moments later, a complete blood-colored wolf skin was peeled off, bloody and mangled.
