'A Beastman general of this level shouldn't lack even basic recognition skills.'
The middle-aged Beastman snorted.
"I may not know the Witch Master, but I know you."
Chu Jing inwardly rolled her eyes, but her expression remained impassive.
"So what do you want?"
"If you want revenge, come after me."
She took half a step forward, her gaze unwavering.
"They didn't do anything to you. How about we move this somewhere else and go one-on-one? That way, no one else gets hurt."
"Alright."
The middle-aged Beastman agreed without hesitation.
Chu Jing had only meant to stall for time; she never expected him to agree so readily.
A jolt went through her, but she forced herself to calm down.
"Come on."
The middle-aged Beastman's tone was mocking.
"Didn't you say we were going to fight over there?"
Before the words were even out of his mouth, he took the lead and strode to a nearby open space, taking his position.
