A young male beastman whose arm had been broken and crudely bound with animal hide and vines had been dismembering prey. Hearing this, he stood up as well.
Still holding a bloodied knife in his left hand, he glared darkly at Xize and Roland. "Xize, no matter how powerful you are, we can't just stand by and watch you bully Qiao like this!"
Behind the young male beastman, several middle-aged and elderly male beastmen also rose to their feet, silently staring at Xize.
Although they said nothing, their expressions were equally grim.
"I..."
Xize had never expected that he would be surrounded and attacked by his clansmen over nothing more than a single remark. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
He knew this young man. The man had gone hunting with the Old Chieftain, only to encounter the Beast Tide. He had been lucky enough to escape alive, but had lost an arm and could no longer go hunting.
As for the other, older ones, their sons had died in that Beast Tide.
After what had happened yesterday, they had become convinced that he and Roland had framed the Old Chieftain and caused their sons' deaths.
"This is different. This is my personal possession. It doesn't belong to your territory, and it isn't prey."
Roland's gaze was icy.
These damned natives—after all the help she had given them to improve their lives over the past month, this was how they treated her.
Su Qiao smiled. "Who can prove that this belongs to you?"
She pushed the dagger in her hand forward and said as if teasing a puppy, "Why don't you call it and see if it answers?"
"You...?" Roland pointed at her, too furious to speak.
Seeing this, Xize suppressed his anger and lowered his voice