Nether Dragon froze at those words, immediately recognizing the threat.
This big-eared guy... really knew how to hit where it hurt...
"Brother Ears, we really can't keep doing this. If we keep demanding more, something's definitely going to happen!" Nether Dragon said with a miserable look.
"Oh? Now you know to call me Brother Ears? I told you to become my lackey ages ago, but you refused. Now you come crawling when it's already too late..."
Flared Ears continued, "I don't care. We're demanding more pigs, no matter what. Do you want trouble now or trouble later? Decide for yourself."
"I..."
Nether Dragon was speechless. At this point, he had no real choice. If he kept demanding pigs, he risked the other Corpse Nests fighting him to the death. But if he stopped... these guys would fight him to the death right now.
And so, Nether Dragon could only submit to Flared Ears' bullying, venturing ever further down the road of demanding pigs...
Of course, Flared Ears wasn't threatening Nether Dragon for no reason. He knew perfectly well that a battle with the surrounding Corpse Nests was inevitable.
Once his boss returned, he would definitely deal with them.
So they might as well seize this opportunity to squeeze as much out of them as possible first.
Sure enough, after Nether Dragon went back to demand more pigs, resentment in the various Corpse Nests intensified. Their accumulated anger was nearing the breaking point.
"What's wrong with Nether Dragon? Why does he keep coming to demand pigs?"
"What exactly is he trying to do? Does he want to become the Southern Province Overlord?"
"I don't care. If he comes again, I'm fighting him to the death!"
"Right! We'll all join forces then. Let's see what he can do to us!"
"..."