I Am Your Natural Enemy

Outside Mu Village, with Granny Fox’s furious shout, the whole place was turned upside down—chickens flying, dogs jumping.

A demon snuck a peek, recognized Granny Fox as one of their chief’s elders, then instantly shrank back inside, not daring to get involved.

This old lady wasn’t just any elder—among demons, not every clan actually respects their elders and dotes on their young.

But this old woman had real clout among the demons. The fact that, these days, demons actually get treated better instead of just empty promises, had a lot to do with Granny Fox.

Most demons, whether they appreciated it or not, at least had to show the basic level of respect.

Demons can’t stand ungrateful bastards, so even if it’s just for show, they better act decent.

Granny Fox was clearly here to cause trouble, but all those supposedly sharp-eyed sentries and guards were quieter than the grave, not making a peep.

Not even five seconds passed before a burst of fire tore out from deep in the village.

As it came closer, that fire looked just like a flaming fox face, hitting the ground and morphing into a man rocking a wild scar across his face.

When Scarface Hu saw Granny Fox, his face shifted, then he hurried forward, back suddenly hunched, doing his best to make himself shorter so Granny Fox wouldn’t have to look up at him.

”Auntie, what brings you here in person? If you need anything, just give me a call and I’ll be the first to roll my butt over.” Scarface Hu rubbed his hands, giving a nervous laugh, looking a little scared.

This particular elder loved nothing more than breaking people’s legs.

Back when they were younger, their competitive streak was ”whoever’s gotten their leg broken the least is the biggest badass.”

But after growing up and watching his aunt’s status shoot up, everyone realized there were only two kinds of relatives who hadn’t gotten their legs broken by her.

One was the lazy, talentless types doomed to get nowhere in life; the other was the truly gifted, smart-ass foxes who had their act together since they were kids.

The older Scarface Hu got, the more respect he had for this aunt of his.

If she hadn’t broken his legs a couple times in his youth, smoothed things over, and taught him a lesson,

he’d probably have died seven or eight times in those first twenty years—no kidding.

Seeing his aunt show up in person again, Scarface Hu immediately started a gut check—just what kind of screw-up would get her to come herself, not even bothering to step inside the gates?

Granny Fox ignored Scarface Hu’s forced grin, giving him a cold stare.

”I’m giving you two choices.”

”First: I break your leg right here at the front gate in front of everybody, then drag you home by your hair.”

”Or second: we go inside, you pick a room, and I break both your legs before dragging you home.”

Scarface Hu was an old hand at this—he knew the drill the moment she spoke.

He’d obviously screwed up big time. Legs were getting broken, no question.

The only difference was: one leg broken in public means a little face-saving; two legs in private comes with an explanation.

Up to Scarface Hu to take his pick.

He didn’t even ask ”why?”, just picked the second option without complaint.

Gotta keep a little pride, otherwise how’s he supposed to look his boys in the eye later?

Besides, you don’t want your legs broken and still not know why.

Getting his aunt to come in person, seething to the point she won’t even bother talking—yeah, had to be something serious.

Scarface Hu led Granny Fox into the village, straight to his room, where her cane came swishing and—crack!—down went one leg.

That familiar, one-of-a-kind sensation, layered with a fresh wave of pain, made him howl on the spot.

Having his leg snapped, Scarface Hu actually started to panic.

He prided himself on knowing his aunt—bone-breaking mishaps and all.

This kind of speed, precision, and brutality—plus that pain—meant the situation was even worse than he’d guessed.

Scarface Hu was about to get on a stool and put up a fight; now, he didn’t even bother. Just lay sprawled out on the floor, cold sweat pouring, his entire mind focused on: why?

Granny Fox looked down at her big nephew.

”Can you figure it out?”

”Seems like something major.”

”So, do you know why?”

Scarface Hu racked his brain—he hadn’t pulled anything outrageous recently. But then again, maybe he did something he thought was fine when really, it was a disaster.

He thought for ages. The only thing he could come up with was what happened in the last few days.

”Is it because of that White Fox stuff?”

”At least you’re not completely hopeless.”

”No, Auntie, I swear—I wasn’t up to anything shady, just trying to mess with those Scorching Sun Department people—especially that Wen Yan, strutting around like he owns the place…”

”Do you know why he actually went to the White Fox Clan territory?” Granny Fox’s face turned dark, and her hand shot out to give Scarface Hu a vicious slap.

Scarface Hu was dazed by the hit, and shook his head, scared to say a word.

”No idea.”

”Because I wanted to keep my oldest grandson safe, so I sent him to Wen Yan’s place.

Then those White Foxes, after using their magic, sneaked into their house intending to snatch my boy.

Do you have any clue what those White Foxes want?

They want to grab my grandson, skin him alive, rip out his tendons, chop him up for stew.

Then Wen Yan went to the White Fox clan to force those bastards to behave.

After all that, you had the nerve to stir up trouble behind the scenes, looking to mess with Wen Yan.

Sure, I can’t control what outsiders do. But you—a Fire Fox—acting like this, you got even a shred of conscience left?