My wife is the stand-in.

"I can't calm down! You saw it! This bastard has taken an angel hostage!"

Allen's body swelled up inch by inch, his face twisted into that of a beast, countless hairs sprouted from his skin, and his expensive suit was torn to shreds and hung on his body.

He transformed into a powerful werewolf.

Amanosaki neither dodged nor dodged the werewolf that was pushing aside the laurel flowers and charging toward him.

He stopped smiling, stood there calmly, holding half a crispy roasted crab claw in his hand:

"In China, throwing objects from high-rise buildings is illegal. There are pedestrians below."

"To hell with the law!" the werewolf roared.

So Amanosaki took action.

His feet were covered in magic circuits, extending along several thick trunks.

Amanosaki stomped down hard, a tingling sound came from under his feet, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared all over the wooden balcony.

He disappeared.

William turned his head, anxiously searching for Amanosaki's whereabouts.

"Hey, stop looking, it's right here."

A voice rang out in front of the werewolf Allen. William tentatively took two steps forward and saw the figure in disbelief.

Amanosaki passed through Allen's claws and biting attacks, standing in front of the huge, hunched werewolf who was level with the balcony, pressed tightly against Allen.

He held his hand out to the side, as if a painter were hesitating and holding something.

William looked closely and saw that it was half a crab claw covered with fluorescent lines.

The worst part was that the crab claw was poking the werewolf's testicles, and specks of red were secreting from the tip of the claw.

"Let's talk this out, let's talk this out!" William raised and lowered his hands, looking somewhat at a loss.

He certainly didn't believe that such a small crab claw could kill his friend, but he knew that the man in front of him had only shown the tip of the iceberg of his strength.

That's how the Chinese are; when faced with a battle they can easily handle and avoid, they always make concessions and offer advice in the early stages.

Based on his experience, if Allen continued to provoke him, the other party would get serious.

And he firmly believed that it would be the same for them.

All will die.

The evening breeze carried the faint fragrance of laurel, mixed with the stench of canines that hadn't been washed for years.

Amanosaki pinched his nose and slowly said:

"I've heard that werewolves have incredible regenerative abilities; even if their hearts are gone, they won't die and will recover in a couple of days. If I tie this dog up and smash his basket every few days, how long do you think he can hold out before committing suicide?"

William felt a chill run down his spine, his legs went weak, and he felt as if his lower body had shrunk.

"Clean up all those flowerpots you pushed out, don't leave a speck of soil. You'd better pray there are no casualties this time, or you can prepare to watch others pick up girls for the rest of your life."

A dazzling sweeping kick struck the werewolf's waist with a high kick from Amanosaki. With a dull crack, the werewolf's body folded backward from the waist.

Everyone who saw it shuddered.

“It’s broken…” someone murmured.

Allen coughed up a large amount of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fell off the balcony, crashing down to the ground below.

William bit his lip hard and bowed: "I'm sorry to bother you, I'll go shovel the dirt right away."

After saying that, he quickly left. Only after leaving the restaurant did he realize that he had bitten his lip until it bled.

Chapter 105: A Dance No One Appreciates

A crowd had gathered in front of the building, taking photos with their phones with a sense of righteous indignation.

Just now, several laurel branches fell from the sky and smashed the roof of a car parked in the parking space. Fortunately, the parking attendant was in a hurry to take on the next job and was very quick.

He had only been gone for a few seconds when a piercing bang drew everyone's attention.

The parking attendant was terrified, while the onlookers used their phones to carry out their duties.

A few seconds later, a dark shadow loomed larger in the sky and landed on the two ill-fated cars amidst the chorus of contempt and curses for the scoundrel who threw the object from the sky.

So the car was completely totaled.

A giant werewolf, looking furious, squatted on the wreckage of a car, roaring at the constantly flashing cell phones around him.

After scaring everyone away, amidst screams of "Evil forces have invaded!", Allen limped out of the car.

During the fall, he struggled to heal his spine and correct his posture. Now, his feet have absorbed the impact of the fall, and his ankle joints have suffered comminuted fractures.

Allen angrily pounded the ground, punching it repeatedly while letting out unintelligible howls.

Pain is nothing to the werewolf who is often injured; what matters more is the face he lost tonight.

He was threatened by a charming young man with a crab claw that was fried to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, and then kicked away.

The other party maintained the initiative from beginning to end, using both courtesy and reason.

In comparison, he was like the clumsy big bad wolf in a fairy tale, whose sole purpose was to contrast with the 'prince' in front of him, to highlight the other's brilliance, stature, handsomeness, and otherworldly appearance, before being felled by the prince with a single sword strike.

"Amano Saki... This isn't over!"

Allen crossed his arms and buried his head in his arms in shame, looking from a distance like a stray dog ​​abandoned by its owner.

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Unlike the bustling skyscrapers, Amanosaki and Icarus were strolling leisurely through the riverside wetland park, heading towards the Sobiyu berth.

The wetland park in Fengdu City is a newly built project in recent years. There are small, hollowed-out stone sculptures on both sides of the path, with music players inside that play relaxing and ethereal music all night long.

The dinner was ruined, and the two lost their appetite for a while, so they went out for a walk.

"Is it okay if they don't take care of the foreigners?"

Icarus's hand was held by Amanosaki, and the two walked in sync, swaying slightly from side to side with each step.

Amanosaki raised his phone: "I called the branch headquarters, they'll handle this."

"This is China, the land of Qunxia Mountain. Let alone a small organization like the Loyal and Valiant Knights, which has only been around for a hundred or two hundred years. Even large orders like the Hospitaller Knights and the Teutonic Knights wouldn't be able to take anyone away from Qunxia Mountain territory."

Icarus hummed in agreement, then suddenly changed direction, pulling Amanosaki deeper into the park.

The two walked through a symphony of crickets, katydids, and cicadas, stepping on the blue brick path, and stopped by the shallow and wide lake.

This place is a little far from the city, so the light pollution isn't too bad. You can see the starlight overhead, and the longer the observer looks, the more stars appear in twos and threes.

A few dozen seconds later, countless stars were reflected in the sky.

"I thought there would be fireflies here."

Icarus rested her hands on the wooden railing, stretching like a cat, which accentuated her form-fitting lace mini-skirt, smooth back, and rounded shoulders.

Amanosaki leaned back against the railing, looking at the starlight from an upside-down perspective:

"Fireflies are very clean animals. If the environment is even slightly polluted, the larvae will not survive. This wetland park has only been developed in the last few years, so we should give these romantic little creatures some time."

"Pity."

Icarus shrugged, his exquisite collarbone trembling slightly.

"There are stars in the sky, stars in the water, and if there are fireflies around, this place is like a dream."

"Then this place will become a popular tourist attraction, with thousands of people lining up every night to take photos. They'll go through all that trouble to get here, exhausted like dogs, and then all the charm will be gone."

Icarus tilted her head slightly angrily, her delicate eyebrows, as dark as distant mountains, furrowing into a beautiful arc: "Can't you be a little more romantic?"

"Yes, absolutely!"

As Amanosaki spoke, he smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes with his thumb, saying, "Wait a moment, okay?"

His pressing motion was quite slow, lasting a full minute. Under Icarus's increasingly impatient gaze, Amanosaki stepped back.

At the same time, the previous piece of music in the park ended, and during a brief silent interlude, Amanosaki put his hands behind his back, extended his right hand forward, and slowly bowed.

"It is my honor to encounter a goddess in the forest. Am I worthy to ask you to dance for me?" Amanosaki smiled confidently and calmly, his sculpted muscles undulating with each movement, his eyes reflecting the starry sky.

"May I?"

A cheerful and gentle rhythm begins at just the right time, like the arrival of spring.

Cuckoo Waltz

Icarus blinked. The man who had been so cynical just moments before seemed to become radiant in the music. His outstretched hand at that moment seemed to convey not just an invitation, but also a certain expression.

Icarus couldn't refuse the action of the man she loved so deeply. She reached out and placed her hand in Amanosaki's palm, and the warmth of his palm traveled through her nerves to her brain.

Amanosaki gently pulled, and Icarus spun and fell into his strong arm. As his arm moved downward, Icarus, who was leaning against his forearm, also fell backward.

Icarus's feet formed an acute angle with the ground, while Amanosaki provided support for her fall.

"Although countless people have said this, I still have to say it: Miss Icarus, you are so beautiful that all flowers pale in comparison."

With a flick of his arm, Icarus stood up again, and the two danced to the beat.

Amanosaki never received formal dance training. The only guidance he received from childhood to adulthood was a simple dance he learned during a middle school arts festival.

Icarus had never danced before.

So on such a wonderful natural stage, to the soft strains of the "Cuckoo Waltz," handsome men and beautiful women, with slightly disordered steps, danced the simple dance steps from their middle school days.

This made Icarus burst out laughing.

"What, you're not satisfied?"

“No.” Icarus released his hand, and the two awkwardly spun around in rhythm before hugging each other again. “It’s just that the difference between imagination and reality is so huge. We’re like weasels hugging each other. If anyone else saw us, they would definitely laugh at us.”

Amanosaki laughed heartily:

"If anyone dares to laugh at me, I'll replace their teeth with ceramic ones for free."

Icarus hummed in agreement, pressed against Amanosaki's chest, feeling his heartbeat in sync with the music, and after a long pause spoke:

"How long do you think we can keep going like this?"

"do not know."

Amanosaki pulled Icarus around in a circle and said honestly, "Anyway, no matter how much time passes, we'll die together eventually. That's enough."