Pampered Beasts: Beautiful Actress, Many Children, Many Blessings

As he said this, he was fiddling with Little Twelve's left hind leg, as if he were considering whether to tear that leg off as well.

"Fat Orange, no! Little Twelve was already weak, and now it's crippled. Even if we save it, it won't survive! You absolutely can't risk your life for a cub!" someone hurriedly reminded him.

Upon hearing this, a shadow crossed the man's eyes, but he quickly regained his roguish grin. "You don't actually think I only captured this one cub, do you? If so, we wouldn't dare to kill him so easily!"

As he spoke, he suddenly flicked the little mouse's stomach. The three-month-old mouse could not withstand it and vomited blood. Its mouth and face were covered in blood, and it looked like it was exhaling more than inhaling. However, its eyes were bright and staring at the person in front of it. It was filled with resentment, anger, and hatred, but it stubbornly refused to close its eyes.

"Ha! This little thing's got some nerve!" The man sneered, not taking the little thing seriously at all.

"You beast! How could you lay a hand on such a young child? How could our Lynx tribe have such a scumbag like you!" Cai Cai cried out, her eyes filled with heartache.

Little Twelve was so tenacious and tried so hard to live. He did nothing wrong. Why did he have to suffer all this at such a young age? Why?

Seemingly touched on a sore spot, the man subconsciously avoided Cai Cai's gaze, but only for a moment before he glared back fiercely and shouted, "What do you know? A wise man submits to circumstances. Following Fat Orange will only lead to your death! I advise you, those who want to live, to stand over here. When you see Old Fang later, I can put in a good word for you."

Judging from his tone, anyone who didn't know better would think he was very familiar with the old man from the textile factory!

As luck would have it, no sooner had he said this than a group of figures surged up from the other side of the ravine; it was Old Fang leading his men.

The road was clear and unobstructed. Old Fang strode over, and seeing the two sides facing off, he suddenly laughed, pointing at Fatty Orange, "You've finally met your match!"

"Old Man Fang!" The hand gripping the blade trembled slightly, whether from anger or hatred, Fatty Orange glared at the other man.

He wasn't afraid at all in a one-on-one situation, but looking at the dense crowd behind him, he suddenly felt a sense of resentment and despair.

Unlike Fat Orange's gritted teeth and hissing, the guy who had just been grinning roguishly suddenly changed his tune, knelt down with a thud, and smiled obsequiously, "Old Fang, you've finally arrived!"

"Oh? You don't hate me for destroying your homes and killing your relatives and friends, and you actually look forward to my arrival?" Old Fang was clearly in a good mood and had the leisure to joke with these people.

The man could easily discern the sarcasm in Fang Lao's words, but he didn't care. Instead, he smiled obsequiously, "You are the new chief of our lynx tribe. If we don't look forward to you, who else can we look forward to? We've had enough of them, especially Fat Orange. He doesn't have much ability, but he's incredibly arrogant and refuses to offer his neck for suicide!"

As he spoke, he handed over the small item in his hand, indicating that he was offering it to the other person.

Looking at the bloody mess, it was impossible to tell what it was. The old man asked curiously, "What is this?"

"This is his cub!" The man then vividly recounted how he raided the cub's nest, how he caught the cub, how he tricked the fat orange cat into committing suicide, and even how he tortured the cub.

As he spoke, he paid no attention to Fatty Orange's murderous gaze, nor did he see the gloom in Old Fang's eyes.

However, Fatty Orange also realized that he had indeed raided the cub nest, but he only caught the last one. The others had already hidden in the cave and he hadn't found them.

As for what he said later, such as digging deeper into the cave to find it, to Fatty Orange, it was all nonsense!

His cub is very clever. Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows, so how could a cub only dig one?

It's just a pity that his little twelfth son volunteered to be bait to cover his brothers' retreat, which is why he was caught!

Old Fang, lacking patience, interrupted repeatedly, questioning, "You're saying this is Fat Orange's cub? Are you sure this is Fat Orange's cub?"

As he spoke, he didn't mind the bloody mess and held the little thing in his palm. It could still be vaguely seen as a rat, but for some reason it was missing a hind leg and a tail.

Oh, right, this guy just said that he deliberately tore it apart in order to force Fat Orange to commit suicide...

He tore it off on purpose!

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and without warning, he suddenly attacked the sycophant.

With a swift movement, the knife fell, blood splattered everywhere, and a scream rang out.

Then, people saw that a thigh had been severed cleanly at the root, and the man was clutching the severed leg, rolling on the ground in agony, howling, tears and snot streaming down his face, his eyes filled with terror.

The sudden turn of events shocked everyone present.

Fat Orange's eyes showed neither sorrow nor joy. In his view, Fang Lao was already unpredictable, and after the failed rebellion, his temperament became even more unpredictable.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have done something like slaughtering their entire clan!

Whether he cut the man down with a single stroke or broke his leg first, it was perfectly normal for Fang Lao to do either.

In the eyes of the brothers and Cai Cai, that person deserved his fate.

Whether it's schadenfreude or revenge, it's something that brings joy to the viewer!

But for those who are equally obsequious and begging for mercy, this is not a good sign.

They thought that by cutting ties with Fatty Orange in time, they could side with Old Fang, but they did not expect that not only would they offend Fatty Orange, but Old Fang would also refuse to accept them, thus their path was completely blocked!

What should they do now?

Compared to the cold-blooded old man, Fat Orange seems to be more humane!

So they all looked at Fatty Orange with fawning eyes.

"Young...Young Chieftain, I was ignorant and said some wrong things, but fortunately I haven't done anything wrong. Please forgive us for the sake of our shared ancestry!"

Cai Cai rolled her eyes at these words. She had seen shameless people before, but never anyone as shameless as this!

They just clearly took sides, shouting that they would cut off the young chieftain's head and offer it to Fang Lao. Now that they can't get on Fang Lao's good side, they've turned around and are trying to curry favor with their young chieftain. Is that appropriate?

No one could agree to that!

Before Fatty Orange could speak, Old Man Fang laughed, "Beg him? As if he can protect you!"

When these people saw that Fang Lao's side had a huge group of people, while Fat Orange only had a dozen or so people with him, the outcome was clear. It seemed that even if Fat Orange was lenient and wanted to protect them, he simply couldn't!

So, the same people who were begging Fatty Orange for forgiveness one minute immediately started cursing the next, "Fatty Orange, you scoundrel harmed us! We are determined to support Old Master Fang and kill this traitor!"