The werewolf Mark had taken the bait, but Leng Binghai immediately threw cold water on it.
If Mark the werewolf came to his senses now, we were screwed.
At the very least, we had to stall for these three minutes.
Senior Sister could use the formation, buying us quite a bit more time.
Before the werewolf could make a decision, I spoke again:
"What am I stalling for? This is my admiration for the red werewolf.
Before this, I did look down on you a little.
But now that I've seen a red werewolf, I want to serve him instead!
That's a red werewolf, a legendary red werewolf...
You, on the other hand, are petty and small-minded.
Are you really that afraid of the four of us?
What the hell are you in front of a red werewolf? Why are you babbling on and on?"
My tone was harsh. I put Leng Binghai down while heaping praise on Mark the werewolf.
It was all nonsense. Just as Leng Binghai said, I was stalling for time.
Onlookers saw things more clearly.
But this werewolf Mark was exceedingly arrogant.
He had the kind of unruly, disdainful personality and attitude that looked down on everyone...
He had probably spent those three hundred years living like a dog.
Still immersed in the admiration I had woven for him, he said:
"Leng Binghai, don't worry.
What he said is indeed true.
Werewolves are proud, and red werewolves have noble bloodlines even among werewolves.
So what if he stalls for a little while?
With you and me here, unless the experts from the Secret Bureau you mentioned show up, who could possibly touch us?
This kid is interesting. I intend to cultivate him.
I'll give him some werewolf bloodline and make him my slave..."
I sneered