"I have no problem either," Yijie glanced at the others. Ziyu looked towards Number 0; she would listen to the master anyway.
(Number 0, you must feel it too, right? A woman's sixth sense is very accurate. There's something off about those wolves. If you vote against, Ziyu will definitely agree with you. As for Number 500, just look at him now, his legs trembling uncontrollably, not even knowing where to place his hands, he must be scared stiff. It'll be five to three, and you won't need to participate in the contest,) Little Eight chattered away to herself with wishful thinking.
"Do I even need to say it? Of course, we accept," Number 500 said excitedly, "Do you know, that's the Blood Wolf King. According to the tournament rules, if we win, we can claim ownership of the wolf's corpse. Its fur is impenetrable to most conventional and thermal weapons. I guarantee that if we skin it, whether for personal use or to sell, it will fetch a high price."
