Teng Qian, who had been about to step forward and start something, happened to spot the golden beast marking on a Clan Leader's arm. He immediately forced a laugh and backed away behind Yuan Lang.
"Boss, this one's a tough nut. You're up."
The corners of Yuan Lang's mouth twitched as he stared at his useless henchman. "I ought to smash your face in. The phrase 'bullies the weak and fears the strong' must have been invented just for you."
Teng Qian chuckled. "Heh heh... I learned from the best, Boss."
Yuan Lang glanced at Teng Qian, then at the Black Wolf Tribe beastman still howling at his feet. He was suddenly struck by how similar the two of them were.
"You've arrived early, Clan Leaders. I am Yuan Lang, a Beastman Warrior of the Snow Tiger Tribe,"
he introduced himself, his expression perfectly composed.
"Our hunt is over. Have all of your people gathered?"
The Lion Tribe Leader laughed heartily. "Of course we're all here."
