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Chapter405-Subduing the Crowd
When John saw the chief of the Zebra Tribe's actions, he could tell these two individuals must hold special identities.
It seemed their time of crossing over was also quite fortuitous, as each person's role appeared to be of significant stature.
The chief of the Eagle Tribe scoffed and struck back with force.
Both were chiefs; neither would back down.
Their inscriptions shone continuously, each emitting different powers under the sunlight.
John distinctly felt that the glow from the Zebra Tribe became more intense under the sunlight, suggesting that their power likely stemmed from the sun.
As for the Eagle Tribe, their power seemed to derive from the forest or another place.
However, the situation was too chaotic to discern the exact sources of these powers, so he could only manage to clear some space for them temporarily.
His serpent's tail discreetly coiled around individuals about to be flung away, pulling them back, while another serpent aptly blocked the distant path.
If under these circumstances anyone still had words to say, it would only prove they were indeed fated for a calamity, and nothing could stop it.
Thinking this, John once again pressed the knife against Dark Fox's neck, as if a slight increase in pressure would sever it.
"Release my daughter!"
The chief of the Eagle Tribe was screaming frantically, desperate to rescue Dark Fox from John's grasp.
However, how could the chief of the Zebra Tribe easily let him go? The two chiefs tangled with each other, and it seemed they were on the verge of an outright explosion.
But eventually, the sight of blood flowing from Dark Fox's neck made him gasp in horror.
The scene looked terrifyingly grim, leaving everyone uncertain about what might happen next.
What would they do if something unforeseen occurred?
"If you don't stop now, I might just ruin your daughter's beautiful face forever, and then don't blame me," John said, his voice heavy with the threat.
As he spoke the words "beautiful face," he felt a peculiar sense of guilt internally.
Honestly, that face could hardly be described with such flattering adjectives.
It was just that he felt a bit embarrassed and had to say it anyway.
He also distinctly felt that Dark Fox's mood was off.
Suppressing his own discomfort, he continued, "You surely wouldn't want your beautiful daughter to be ruined by my hands, would you?"
Though the phrase might sound ordinary at first, the more one thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
If it weren't for the serpent's intervention, that man would have been a ghost under his blade by now.
Why? Why would John save the chief of a rival tribe?
If they had just killed him from the start, he would no longer be a threat to them.
At that thought, the chief of the Zebra Tribe's expression began to darken.
Meanwhile, John seized the opportunity to use his serpent's tail to scoop up both the Eagle Tribe chief and Dark Fox.
Suddenly, the two were suspended in mid-air.
Their expressions started to change; the chief of the Zebra Tribe clearly sensed that the mood of the Eagle Tribe chief had become agitated, understandably so.
After all, anyone would guess the fear of being dangled in mid-air by an enemy, their life literally hanging in the balance.
The Zebra Tribe chief looked at John with a bizarre expression, as if waiting for John to simply finish off his captive.
But instead, John shouted loudly, "Everyone from the Eagle Tribe, stop! Your chief and your most beautiful are both in my hands. If you don't want them to die, stop right now."
In that instant, everyone's heart began to twist with conflict.
After a moment's hesitation, they slowly began to lower their weapons.
Although the Eagle Tribe chief was seething with rage, he glared at John, uncertain of what to do.
He certainly did not want his people to just surrender, but he also could not stand to watch his own and his daughter's lives be lost.
Once all the Eagle Tribe members had laid down their weapons, the Zebra Tribe swiftly took control without hesitation.
Naturally, John made it very clear to them not to kill anyone, insisting on sparing lives.
"What exactly do you want?" the Eagle Tribe chief, bound tightly, asked, his heart seething with anger, utterly confused by the situation.
"I'm not fond of killing," John said, his lips curving slightly upward.
"And the gods favor mercy. I'm giving you a chance to live."
Upon hearing that he could survive, the Eagle Tribe chief didn't feel immediate relief but instead narrowed his eyes slightly.
"So, what exactly do you want to gain from this?"
Having been a chief for many years, he knew well that things were never as simple as they seemed on the surface.
If his life was being spared, it surely meant that the other party expected something in return.
It remained to be seen if he could afford the price.