"Get this straight. Since you chose to betray the Lion King, there is no backing down or turning back. The only way to survive is to join me in killing the Lion King and stepping over his corpse. Other than that, nothing else matters!"
The Tiger King glared viciously at the Wolf King, enunciating every word. "If things outside descend into chaos, let them. Whether it's the restless fools in Crimson Gold City or the Four Great Clans peeking around the borders of the Golden Clan, their ridiculous antics are nothing but a flock of hens pecking and fluttering!
"As long as we can kill Destroyer's Horn and clutch the Holy Mountain Inheritance firmly in our hands, what else can those hens do besides grovel at our feet?
"On the other hand, if the Lion King survives, or even obtains the Holy Mountain Inheritance, then even if we temporarily bring the situation outside under control, what will we have to contend with him? At that point, we will be the hens struggling at death's door!
"As for your Wolf Clan army, hmph, a bunch of trash who can't even deal with the ratfolk rebel army. What is there to pity? Better if they all die, so they don't waste precious Mandala Fruit!
"Don't worry. As long as you help me kill Destroyer's Horn smoothly and find the Holy Mountain Inheritance, I certainly won't forget your contribution. When the time comes, with your strength expanded tenfold, you can return to the Wolf Clan in all your glory. With a single finger, you'll be able to crush the ratfolk rebel army and make those unruly warlords submit obediently to you. Wouldn't being a true Wolf King be far better than being a puppet at everyone's mercy like you are now?"
"Yes, yes."