The chief of the Eagle Tribe clenched his fists tightly, glaring at John with resentment.
He couldn't understand where this man came from and why the Zebra Tribe, previously inferior to them, now possessed the power to threaten them.
Where did these beasts come from?
What exactly was the power of this so-called divine envoy?
Seeing that he remained silent, John didn't press further but added slowly, "I can give you some time to think, but as you know, our tribe needs more resources. If you waste too much time, don't blame us for being inhospitable."
At that moment, Dark Fox felt an increasing warmth on his neck and knew without looking that the cut was severe.
He cursed inwardly; John really didn't hesitate to inflict pain.
The agony was intense.
If John knew what Dark Fox was thinking, he would feel quite misunderstood.
