"Chapter 62: Where Is Your Daughter?"
"Suo Wade, are you the chieftain, or are those elders the chieftains? Do you need them to teach you how to handle things?
"And do your Lowland Tribe even have a choice now? Can hunting, fishing, and gathering wild fruits and roots in the forest feed all four thousand of you?
"You know better than anyone what your son looks like from hunger. He's already thirteen, yet he isn't even as tall as the ten-year-old serfs in my territory!
"And he's the heir of your tribe. What about everyone else? They're probably on the verge of starving to death!"
Lynn had no intention of wasting words on Suo Wade. The moment he opened his mouth, he went all out.
They still wanted to negotiate terms?
Take a look at yourselves before you try to negotiate.
Keys cost three bucks each, ten bucks for three. And you think you deserve one?
Faced with Lynn's accusations, Old Suo Wade did not argue. Instead, he lowered his head in shame.
The Lowland Tribe, once the foremost of the Nine Tribes, had fallen to such a state. As chieftain, he could not escape blame.
Of course, it was not entirely his fault. The foundation left to him by his ancestors had simply been too rotten.
But the previous chieftains had long been buried. If anyone was to be held accountable, it could only be Old Suo Wade.
Seeing his father like this, Little Suo Wade lowered his head as well. As the chieftain's heir, he too bore the duty of reviving the tribe.
But the Lowland Tribe's circumstances were simply too harsh. No matter how they struggled, their fate seemed sealed.
Lynn rose directly from his little stool, his tone growing more forceful.
"Suo Wade, your Lowland Tribe