Chapter 221: Damn it, Leo! What are you doing?

Nox cleared his throat.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something..."

Before he could finish, a loud crash came from the street below, followed by an angry shout.

Moon turned towards the window hurriedly, wondering what had happened this time.

Nox walked over and pushed the curtain open.

As Moon craned his neck outside, he leaned his weight against the windowsill. His eyes almost popped out at the sight below.

A wooden cart stood crooked in the middle of the road, its front wheel pressed against the edge of a stone platform.

Several baskets had fallen from the back, and red winter apples were rolling between the feet of the passersby.

A little crowd had already gathered around the cart.

But that wasn’t what made Moon’s brows twitch violently.

It was the man with fluffy red ears and a tail, standing beside the cart, gripping one of its handles with an annoyed expression.

"Fuck!" Nox cursed under his breath. "What is Leo doing there?"

Moon’s eyes darted towards Nox before looking downward.

Sure enough, there was a tail on Nox’s back too.

Nox didn’t have wolf ears, which was why Moon hadn’t noticed it earlier.

Now that he looked at Leo, whose muscles were flexing with every movement, the fluffy tail swaying behind him made his otherwise intimidating demeanour look rather funny. And the little cut made in the trousers to accommodate the tail...

Moon couldn’t help feeling a strange sense of amusement.

A sharp snort of laughter escaped Moon’s lips before he could stop it.

Below–a shout and a growl rose again.

"Oi! Can’t you see people walking? Why would you leave something like this in the middle of the road?" Leo growled.

The coachman, standing only a few steps away, looked equally irritated.

He slammed his hand against the cart and rolled up his sleeves. His face had turned red, and the blue veins along his forearms bulged as he glared at Leo.

"You little shit! You were walking with your head in the clouds, and now you want to teach this old man how to ride? Let’s see if I break that long nose of yours!"

"You want to break my nose? Heeeeeh!" Leo cackled.

"Come on, come on! Let’s see if your hand breaks first!" He raised his chin and leaned forward, lifting his brows repeatedly in challenge.

The coachman seemed to have reached his limit.

He hurled a punch at Leo’s face, but instead of hitting his desired target, he fell straight into another cart in front of him.

Leo had already pivoted to the side, leaving the old man to crash into the cart while he stood nearby, leaning on one leg and casually swaying his tail.

The coachman’s face and arms were smeared with yogurt from the other cart.

"Fuck! You bastard! Why are you coming after my yogurt?" the other coachman started swearing.

Leo was laughing from ear to ear, but suddenly his eyes drifted towards the window.

He straightened up at once.

"I don’t have time to get compensation from you. I’ll go up first," he said to the coachman and turned to leave.

However, the old man was already on the verge of losing his mind.

He sprang forward and blocked Leo’s way, shouting, "Compensation your ass... You will compensate my damaged cart and fruits."

He threw another punch, only to miss again.

He staggered backwards and crashed into a carriage passing by.

"Watch where you’re going, you motherfucker!" he shouted.

"Who are you swearing at?"

Three young wolves with wolf ears and claws jumped down from the carriage, glaring at him.

Another man cursed as an apple rolled beneath his foot. "Ah! Fuck! Don’t hit my face!"

"Fuck your ass!"

"Don’t push, don’t push!" a woman cried out as the crowd shoved against her.

"Idiot! You’re touching my wife!" A man kicked the person standing in front of him.

"Who are you calling an idiot?" the man snapped, turning around.

A group of young wolves standing nearby burst out laughing and started cheering them on.

But the man lost his temper and grabbed a large vat, hurling it towards them.

Wine splashed everywhere, soaking the young wolves and several unfortunate bystanders.

"Ah! Fuck! Don’t hit my face!"

"Fuck your ass!"

"Fuck you, mother—"

"Arrgggggh!"

In the blink of an eye, the argument had spread to the nearby stalls.

Someone overturned a cart.

Someone threw a punch.

Someone ran inside the inn, while another man, apparently drunk, began dancing in the middle of the road as though he were celebrating.

The people who had initially gathered to watch were now shouting, swearing, and throwing themselves into the growing brawl.

Moon frowned.

"How come there are so many defective wolves here all of a sudden?" he murmured.

Nox shook his head.

"They are not defective. They just can’t fully turn back after last night’s blood moon.

It’s always like this after each blood moon. Wolf–especially high–grade ones– have difficulty controlling their instinct."

Only then did Moon realize that no one was pointing at Leo or making a fuss about his tail.

His eyes darted around the street before he rubbed his forehead.

The chaos was getting out of control.

Three carts had already been overturned, and people were pushing one another as the fight spread.

He heard loud encouraging shouts, growls, cries, and even howls filling the silent air suddenly.

Nox, on the other hand, seemed rather entertained.

His blood was boiling.

He leaned against the window frame with a broad smile, watching the suddenly escalated chaos as though he wanted to jump down and join the brawl himself.

Seeing Moon staring at him blankly, he rubbed his cheeks.

"Should we bring Leo back?" Nox asked, his eyes still darting around the street.

"Why? Are your hands itching?" Moon said with a straight face.

"..."

Was it that obvious?

Nox suddenly felt as though he had been caught red-handed.

Just then, Axe appeared at the end of the street, carrying a bundle over one shoulder and a wooden box in his hand.

He looked towards the crowd, then spotted Leo pinning a man against the cart. His expression changed immediately.

"Damn it, Leo! What are you doing?"