"What are your orders, clan head?"
The clan head of the Mud Marauding Tribe kept silent.
The past 3 hours were the most tragic in the history of this marauding tribe. Not only did they lose their lair, they already lost more than half of their members in just the span of these 3 hours.
And all these were because they took a mission from a notorious assassin.
At this moment, the clan head of this marauding tribe regretted his decision. He was initially tempted by the huge amount of money that was offered, now he was tied into a quagmire that he could not get himself from.
After the losses that his tribe already suffered, the clan head felt tempted to just ditch the mission but the mere thought of the assassin caused him to shudder.
"We cannot defy the will of the Scorpion after accepting it".
"Let us find and kill the boy".
"Perhaps, if we hand his head over, we'll be rewarded handsomely".
