Mu Can knew very well, falling into the hands of Wang Cai, one could easily guess the outcome.
The Hellhound, who had been beaten by Wang Cai, looked not at all like its previous arrogant self but rather as docile as a little lamb.
"Tell me, what's really going on here?"
First to beat you into submission, then it's easier to talk. That was the plan Wang Cai had in mind; he had long recognized that this Hellhound from his own species was merely a Gatekeeper, intent on extracting some useful information from it.
"Big brother, have some tea." From nowhere, the Hellhound pulled out a comfortable chair and respectfully invited Wang Cai to sit, then magic-like produced a set of tea utensils, pouring a hot cup of tea for Wang Cai.
"You're quite sensible, kid." Wang Cai was very satisfied with the Hellhound's prudence, sitting comfortably and enjoying the Hellhound's service.
