Paland had not usurped the position for long; naturally, he knew clearly that the majority of their tribe only submitted to his overwhelming strength rather than being truly loyal.
There were still a few malignant tumors, supporters of the former tribal chief who needed to be thoroughly eliminated. To sit firmly on this blood-stained tribal chief's seat, he had to make them truly terrified from the bottom of their hearts and submit absolutely.
"Tribal Chief, your complexion doesn't look very good, do you want to eat something to nourish yourself first? Fresh beast blood just hunted..." A skinny Bloodsucking Bat Beastman flatteringly offered a bamboo tube containing blood; he saw the tribal chief's complexion was indeed pale due to blood loss.
Last night, the tribe's best medicine had been secretly given to the tribal chief to use, but the effect did not seem very obvious due to the wounds being too severe.
