"The young man sitting beside Billy is Jon Black, the Quileute people's newly appointed chief, the new generation's Wolf King."
"How did so many warriors emerge from their generation?"
"Who knows why they suddenly rose up? Right now, only the Lakota Tribe is probably stronger than them."
That was what the elders discussed. The younger people were different. When they saw Jiang Hao, many of their eyes lit up.
"Jon Black is a huge star now. His songs have been on the US Billboard charts for several weeks, and two songs have already made the charts," said a young man from the Eagle Clan.
"He should be the most famous Indian star among us now, right? And he's the Wolf King too. That's amazing. I really like him," said a female warrior from the Deer Clan.
"Mm, he's handsome," another girl beside her said.
The banquet hall bustled with activity. When the time came, the doors opened, and Chairman Russell entered the hall dressed in an Indian chief's outfit. More than twenty warriors followed behind him. Jiang Hao swept his gaze over them and saw a tall, burly, imposing man walking directly behind Chairman Russell.
Though it was winter, he wore only thin leather clothing, exposing his muscular arms. His eyes were sharp, and one look was enough to tell that he was a combative man.
Billy leaned closer to Jiang Hao and whispered, "That's Chairman Russell's son, Tomahawk. People call him Tuma. He's currently the strongest warrior of the Lakota Tribe and the unquestioned candidate for the next chief."
Jiang Hao knew the name "Tomahawk." It meant Indian Tomahawk, so Tuma could also be called Tomahawk.
Bows, spears, and tomahawks were the three great weapons of the Indians. The tomahawk was known for strength. Since he dared to take