As expected, when the chief of the Zebra Tribe heard what Dark Fox had said, his expression turned decidedly unpleasant.
Finally, as if he had thought of something, he let out a cold laugh, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Indeed, your tribe is very powerful, but so what? Haven't you still become our prisoners? Your father is still confined in the tent of the Fortunate. You are only here because you've caught the fancy of a certain someone."
Dark Fox hadn't anticipated that someone who seemed so clumsy with words could be so ruthless in a verbal confrontation.
For a moment, he felt a bit awkward.
However, for the sake of their plan today, it didn't matter if he was insulted.
"So what if that's true? All your strength is concentrated on yourselves. He makes you do whatever he wishes. But I'm different. My father controls all the power."