If I slapped you, do you think I should?
If this gets out, you'd be branded as ungrateful, biting the hand that fed you.
That reputation wouldn't just fall on you—people would slap it on all Red Foxes."
Scarface Hu only now realized what was really going on, his fur bristling all over.
"This... this... this..."
Scarface Hu hurriedly scrambled up, dragging his broken leg to kneel on the ground, smacking himself hard across the face over and over.
"Auntie, you hit me right, you hit me good, just stay seated, I'll do it myself."
Scarface Hu really went in ruthless—just a few slaps, and his own face was swollen.
He was breaking out in a cold sweat, replaying everything that'd happened these last few days in his mind.
Now he understood why someone reached out to him.
Because he was a Fire Fox among the Red Foxes, he was a fox, after all.
If he stood up and said something like other demons, it would be a totally different story.
