This time, Wu Yuan did not lose his temper again, but clenched his fists, his face like still water. He had always firmly believed in the principle of the winner takes all, and that only the victors have the right to judge the rights and wrongs. It did not matter in the least to him that he had conspired with foreigners, as long as no one knew about it. To the people within his tribe and throughout the Great Wasteland, he was a respected chieftain. In his heart, he had long decided to kill the two men before him.
"With the arrival of the the War Envoy from the Iron Hoof Tribe this time encouraging us to kill the remaining survivors of the Exotic Clan hiding in the Great Wasteland, do you really want to die? If that is the case, our clan leader will naturally not be stopping you. Go home now and wash your necks, waiting for the Black Iron troops of my Wu Yuan Tribe to reap your heads!"