Migration and Negotiation
Editor: Atlas Studios
Boom!
Two huge wooden barrels clashed together, and amber-colored liquid splashed out from the edge.
Harmon raised his head, gobbled it down, and exhaled with satisfaction.
Han Xiao shook his head with a smile and drank some too. The spicy alcohol flew down his throat. The ethanol was broken down as soon as it entered his body. To him, this was no different from water.
They were sitting in the Rockfall Tribe's flagship on the way back. Harmon had invited Han Xiao and the others to visit his home.
Usually, battles were unavoidable in the process of fighting to become the chief. However, because of Han Xiao's appearance, the other candidates had given up in despair. The chief position had gone to Harmon without question. Overjoyed, Harmon hosted a party on the ship.
They were old friends, so Han Xiao, of course, gave him face.