Chapter 168 Orcs Will Never Be Slaves (29)

“Meow!”

Jing Ge retorted, and except for himself and Uncle Tu, probably no one knew what he meant.

Wen Chan touched his head to comfort it.

“Excuse me for interrupting you.”

She spoke slowly, “I didn’t come here to die. I have something else I want to talk to you about.”

Uncle Tu said casually, “Tell me about it.”

Wen Chan didn’t beat around the bush and said directly: “Close the factory.”

Uncle Tu couldn’t help but laugh.

Wei Tianyu and Gu Batian outside the door were both stunned for a moment. They didn’t expect Wen Chan to talk about this.

This doesn’t seem to be their purpose, right?

“It turns out that he didn’t send you to die, but you sought death yourself.”

Uncle Tu snorted and laughed, “Do you know what you are talking about?”

“I know.”

Wen Chan said: “There are only three possible outcomes. Either you die and I destroy the factory. Or you close the factory and we live in peace. Or I die and I pretend I never said anything.”

“Isn’t it a bit too arrogant?” Wei Tianyu silently reminded Wen Chan.

They were clearly talking fine at home, so why did she start provoking me right in front of the factory manager as soon as she came out?

Wen Chan was somewhat helpless, “I don’t want to either, but the current situation obviously doesn’t allow for normal communication.”

He started by talking about whether he was going to die or not. Isn’t it obvious that he was targeting her life?
“Why did you ask him to close the factory? Isn’t our goal to find a way to save the dead?”

Gu Batian stuck his head out of the door and asked in a low voice.

“Transcendence?”

When Uncle Tu heard this, his eyes turned to the little pig in Gu Batian’s arms.

“So that’s what you had in mind.”

He suddenly stood up and raised the kitchen knife in his hand, “Do you want to eat roast suckling pig tonight?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Batian had already shrank back holding the piglet.

“It seems that you already know about the stray animals behind the factory.” Uncle Tu looked at Jing Ge in Wen Chan’s arms again.

“Jing Ge, you said she was your girlfriend, not your prey. I am moved by your relationship and can let you be with her. But you told them the factory’s secrets, which is a capital crime.”

“There is something I need to clarify.”

Wen Chan said, “We don’t need anyone’s consent to be together. Your so-called secret was doomed to be exposed the moment Gu Batian escaped. It has nothing to do with Jing Ge.”

“Don’t you need anyone’s consent?” Uncle Tu seemed to have heard something funny.

“I rescued him from humans and raised him as my son. I have raised him for so many years and I can’t even interfere with his feelings? Are you kidding me?”

“Oh~” Wen Chan raised his eyebrows, “So you saved him. If you don’t know, you would think you are his real father.”

Uncle Tu was indeed good to Jing Ge, Wen Chan couldn’t deny it.

But now that things have come to this point, we have no choice but to continue to provoke.

“Are you trying to force him to choose between you and me?” Uncle Tu asked.

“I just want to force you to close the factory.” Wen Chan told the truth.

Uncle Tu: “…”

“How about we just take action?” Wen Chan asked.

Uncle Tu: “…”

“No, meow…”

Jing Ge in Wen Chan’s arms held it in for a long time before finally uttering a word.

Uncle Tu smiled: “Look, it seems he chose me.”

Wen Chan said he wanted to take action, but Jing Ge immediately stopped him, and he was so anxious that he could even speak like a kitten.

This move made Uncle Tu very pleased.

“No matter who he chooses, it won’t affect my determination to close this factory.”

Wen Chan directly threw Jing Ge in her arms to Wei Tianyu next to her and said, “Carry him out.” Wei Tianyu: “???”

The cat in his arms struggled and tried to scratch him, but Wei Tianyu immediately let it go.

“I can’t hold you, you can do it yourself.”

After saying that, he ran out of the room.

By the way, close the office door.

“Your friend is not very reliable.” Uncle Tu sneered.

He clenched the kitchen knife in his hand, knowing that Wen Chan had ill intentions today. Without hesitation, a huge black tail emerged from behind him and swung towards Wen Chan.

Wen Chan dodged sideways, took out the brick that she hadn’t hit the spider monster with last night, and hit him hard.

Judging from the appearance of his big tail, Uncle Tu is also a cat, probably a pure black cat.

Wen Chan knocked the kitchen knife out of Uncle Tu’s hand with a brick. Without a weapon, Uncle Tu simply showed his claws.

This claw is many times sharper than Jing Ge’s.

Just think about how Jing Ge could scratch off half of the face of an adult black dog in kitten form, so you can imagine how much damage Uncle Tu’s claws would do.

Wen Chan dodged while trying to get closer.

The office was very small, and the glass bottles placed around were smashed to pieces, and the organs inside fell out. As the potion was absorbed by the ground, the organs without the potion quickly rotted and emitted a foul smell.

The smell of medicine was very strong, and Uncle Tu’s face became increasingly ugly.

Wen Chan found the right opportunity, kicked him to the ground from behind, grabbed his long tail, and tied it around his body like a rope.

He kicked the kitchen knife on the ground and grabbed it in his hand.

When Uncle Tu stretched out his sharp claws to scratch her, Wen Chan chopped at his hand with a kitchen knife.

Uncle Tu only felt a flash before his eyes…

All the nails on one hand were cut off!

Uncle Tu: “…”

Scared him to death!

I almost thought my hand was gone!

Uncle Tu did not let go of his other hand either. Mainly because he stretched out his other hand towards Wen Chan, it was too late when he wanted to take it back.

Wen Chan cut off the nails on his other hand, leaving only two chubby cat claws.

“Uncle Tu, I know you won’t talk properly if we don’t fight today.”

Wen Chan pressed him to the ground, dragged the chair next to him, stuck him in the gap between the chair legs, and sat on the chair herself to restrict his movements.

“Now, can you calm down and have a good conversation?”

Wen Chan held a kitchen knife in her hand and looked down at Uncle Tu who was lying under the chair she had trapped.

“Cicada…Cicada cicada!”

Suddenly, a child’s voice came from the side.

Wen Chan was stunned. A little boy of about four or five years old with bare buttocks ran over with difficulty, tears welling up in his eyes with anxiety.

“You…don’t kill him…”

He ran to Wen Chan happily, holding Wen Chan’s legs with both hands, his eyes flickering and tears about to fall.

Wen Chan: “…”

“Jing Ge?”

She shouted uncertainly.

“It’s me…” Little Jingge’s soft and cute voice sounded.

He is fair and tender, with red eyes and mouth, so cute that it is beyond words.

Wen Chan tried to hold back, but still couldn’t help it. She pursed her lips, silently put the kitchen knife aside, held Xiao Jingge’s cheeks with both hands, and rubbed them.

“You seem even cuter now than when you were a kitten!”

Jing Ge: “…” Is this the point?

It is not time for him to recover his human form. If he recovers prematurely, he can only look like this child.

There is nothing we can do about it.