"Moyochi En? What was he doing here?"
"Look, he has a bundle on his back! Did he come to deliver supplies?"
"He must have secretly come to bring food to that damn bitch!"
The surrounding Blood Pool Clan members began discussing it when Moyochi En suddenly appeared.
Their gazes first fell on him.
Then they greedily and suspiciously stared at the bulging cloth sack on his back.
Moyochi Chinosuke's expression changed instantly. A flicker of panic flashed through his eyes, but he immediately put on a delighted smile carrying the authority of an elder.
"En? When did you get back?"
"Quick, let's talk inside. We'll talk inside."
As he spoke, he reached out to grab Moyochi En's arm, intending to pull him into the house.
Moyochi En slapped his hand away and looked coldly at Moyochi Chinosuke.
"Chief, you said that the supplies I brought every time were 'pitifully few' and 'not enough for even a few people to share.' You said that, didn't you?"
Moyochi Chinosuke's expression stiffened. He quickly lowered his voice, with a trace of warning in it.
"Moyochi En, whatever it is, let's talk inside. Not here..."
Moyochi En ignored him completely. He yanked down the sack from his back and forcefully overturned it onto the ground!
Crash—
Fresh fruit, dried strips of meat, and delicate pastries wrapped in oiled paper scattered across the ground.
They looked especially tempting in the dim light.
The surrounding clan members were gaunt and sallow, forced to survive year-round on poisonous red mushrooms.
Their eyes instantly turned green.
They began breathing heavily. Some even unconsciously stepped forward, reaching out to snatch the food.
"Stop!"
Moyochi Chinosuke looked painfully at the food that had been dumped out, the muscles in his face twitching as he shouted sternly,
"Moyochi En! What are