Having said that, he glanced at Meng Tai next to him.
Meng Tai understood what he meant and left the tent. In a short while, he returned with a leaf-wrapped packet in hand and handed it to Meng Zhuo.
An Orc jumped in an instant: "That's our share of the Beast God Fruit! How can you take it back?"
Meng Zhuo scoffed: "I have decided, no one will be given these three Beast God Fruits. Tomorrow a tribal competition will be held within the tribe. Only the winning Orc has the right to obtain the Beast God Fruit, including Meng Tai."
At these words, the Orcs in the tent immediately changed their faces. Apart from the Orc who had just stood up, a few others secretly revealed a hint of joy.
After everyone had left, Meng Zhuo turned to Meng Tai: "Son, I hope you're not upset with your father."
Meng Tai smiled in pride: "Father, are you worried that I might be defeated by the other Orcs?"
