Lang's comment was meant to be a compliment, but it opened a door that should have stayed shut.
Hezhi, standing nearby with a smirk that didn't reach his cold eyes, stepped forward.
He had been nursing a grudge since the day Weijie claimed the human female.
To Hezhi, females were a resource, rare, precious and meant to be shared or fought over and seeing a "runt" like Weijie possess something so unique gnawed at his gut.
"Beautiful?" Hezhi laughed, a sharp, grating sound that cut through the pleasant aroma of the fish. "She's a mountain of meat. Look at the way she sits. I bet she's soft in all the places a male would want, but can she even run? Or does she just lay there like a fed sow?"
A few of the younger males, caught up in the heat and the hunger, let out a rough chuckle.
Hezhi, emboldened by the reaction, leaned closer to the circle, his voice dropping into a lecherous, oily tone.
