My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 743 - 254. Two-faced, with irrefutable evidence! - Extra update for "Huo is Pretty Good" Brother【4/20】_1

Chapter 743: 254. Two-faced, with irrefutable evidence! - Extra update for "Huo is Pretty Good" Brother【4/20】_1

"How in the world did you allow an assassin to sneak into our camp and set it ablaze?"

Outside of Kenbort’s half-burnt tent, the hastily arrived Colando, clutching his untarnished diary, berated him furiously:

"You’ve got over thirty thousand Wolf People, and you can’t even protect your own tent?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing!"

The angry chieftain of the Wolf People, holding his eerie green-lit three-headed spiked cranium flail, roared:

"Are you not all blessed by the Midnight? How come you did not detect vampire assassins sneaking in? They nearly burned all our supplies! Lucky for us, my pups were quick to quench the flames!"

Colando couldn’t hold back his laughter at this idiot’s retort.

Damn it, you expect the vampires of the Wolf Poison Clan to catch assassins? Particularly when they might be excellent assassins from the Thorn Clan? Doesn’t the entire continent know that the Wolf Poison Clan is known for producing warriors and brutes?

Are warriors the bane of thieves?

They can’t even put up a proper fight!

Shouldn’t you be employing a greedy Hunter from the Blood Fear Clan for this kind of job?

Shit!

All those hyenas they’ve reared are going to waste!

However, after so many days of dealing with Kenbort, he knew better than to argue with this brute. Instead, he asked:

"Have you lost anything in your tent?"

"My collection has been stolen! Ah, damn it!"

Mentioning this, Kenbort grew even more irate.

His most cherished heirlooms of his hyena were stolen, leaving him both furious and heartbroken.

Although Wolf People are savage, the word ’people’ in their name suggests that they also have sentiments, albeit more diluted compared to civilized people. For instance, Hog heartbreaks over the death of his mate, but this doesn’t stop the lean Wolf People from seeking a new mate.

"Anything else?"

Colando asked with added urgency:

"Are the documents I gave you still there? Don’t tell me that the defensive maps have also disappeared? Those are life-threatening items!"

"No, they’ve been burnt,"

Kenbort, holding a handful of unique ash material, said:

"The culprits probably didn’t have time to take them, but it doesn’t matter, I’ve memorized those positions..."

"What good is your memory?"

Colando sneered:

"If they’ve seen the maps and know what they reveal, we’ll both be doomed! So, do you plan to continue procrastinating? The enemy has already taken action, and who knows how long your useless mind, apart from eating, can survive.

So, shouldn’t you make a move too?"

The chieftain of the Wolf People clenched his claws in rage at these acerbic words.

Yet he knew what he needed to do now, and thus growled at his servant:

"Go! Summon all the tribal chieftains of more than 800 people. I must annihilate those despicable thieves! The day after tomorrow, we march to the Crimson Castle!"

"That’s more like it."

Colando nodded in satisfaction.

This is what he wanted to see. Now that the Wolf People were planning to mobilize the day after tomorrow, it was time to scout the declared pathway tomorrow evening.

While the Jackal army was pressing on, he would personally lead an elite raid on the Crimson Castle.

Hmm, a great war is about to begin, and the leader will die.

This, indeed, sounded too pleasant to the ears.

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"Hehe, this is some fine stuff. I knew it, high risks yield high rewards."

Yan Song, who was cantering back, played with the oddly shaped skull decoration in his hand and chuckled to Ya Ya, who was also riding a horse while sulking:

"See, I told you this gig was doable? We need to stick together from now on. This is our unique ’Fortune Making Method’."

"Collaboration, can do..."

Frostfang’s Claw had already passed the Black Iron Trial and was very excited. Doris had even promised to write him a letter of introduction to the Thieves Guild, which gave him hope for change in his career.

However, he still told Yan Song in a strict tone:

"Don’t talk so much during jobs in the future! I’m not used to...and honestly, a bit scared..."

"Ah? What are you scared of? I talk so eloquently."

Yan Song asked curiously. Ya Ya felt a bit awkward, but under further questioning, he sighed and admitted in a low voice:

"I often work in ancient tombs. If someone suddenly speaks next to me...that would be pretty bad."

"Huh?"

Yan Song’s eyes widened in surprise, exclaiming:

"Dude, what are you doing for a living! Tomb robbing? I am not joking with you, you better come clean! I’m ready to call the cops."

"Archaeology..."

Ya Ya sighed with a melancholy expression:

"Been in the desert for almost two months...sigh, almost turned into a caveman."

"Tsk-tsk, tough job. No wonder you need to play games to relax."

Only then did Yan Song relax and went back to pestering Ya Ya about tomb raiding. However, as Frostfang’s Claw was too socially anxious and there was too much unspeakable information about this line of work, he could only continue playing mute.

Feeling bored on getting no response, Yan Song started inspecting his loot again.

This bone artifact in his hand must be some kind of creepy Magic Artifact. It looked like a dried animal head, with green lights emanating from the eye sockets in the dark, which was quite eerie.

But the properties were excellent:

Name: Epidemic Head·Classic Barbarian Ritual Artifact

Quality: Fine·[Commemorative]Commander