"It will take them some time to get here, Director David, so why don't we go sit in the living room and talk it over slowly?"
David thought it made sense, and then led everyone inside.
Once inside, he looked up at the chieftain's throne and pondered for a moment. He was in the superior position now, and he would be levying taxes on the crime leaders in the commercial street later, so he certainly couldn't let his imposing aura falter!
Afterward, he walked straight up and, facing the chieftain's throne that originally belonged to Gael, he sat down on it boldly and confidently.
Gael and the others who followed inside were stunned at this scene, and the young Indians showed anger on their faces one after another.
The chieftain's throne was not just a seat, it was the face of their tribe, and now it was being occupied by an outsider—they felt as if they had been slapped hard in the face.
