Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3086

Knox swallowed the humiliation and said, "Mr. Fernsby, I really did come back just to see my parents, and also…"

Othniel raised his hand and cut him off. "Also what? I don't want to hear it, and I'm not interested. If you only came back to see your parents, then fine, I'll allow it. But anything else, do not even think about it."

Knox flared with anger, but Andrew laughed first and said, "Why can't he think about it? Mr. Fernsby, does the Highland Tribe belong to you alone? As of now, you're not the chief yet, right? And as far as I know, the leader of the Highland Tribe is Chief Tobiah Wieser, and only his words represent the tribe.

"What Knox wants to do after coming back is Knox's business. Yet, you're here making a fuss and deciding for him. Anyone who knows better would call you a busybody overstepping your authority and putting on airs! Anyone who doesn't know might actually think you're already the chief of the Highland Tribe. But are you? Do you deserve to be?"

Andrew's barrage of questions immediately made Othniel's face flush red with uncontrollable rage. The muscles around his tightly clenched jaw bulged prominently, and he looked like he wanted to tear Andrew apart on the spot.

A Highland tribesman leaned in and whispered something in Othniel's ear.

Immediately, Othniel sneered coldly. "So you're the one who injured my son, Hershel, huh? You've got some nerve. I've guarded the Highland Tribe's fortress, battling werewolves day and night without rest. When have I ever been disrespected? Who would even dare disrespect me?

"But you, an outsider, come here pointing fingers and running your mouth. Who the hell do you think you are? With just one word from me, you and everyone with you will die here in Highland Tribe territory."

Snorting disdainfully, Othniel looked down at Andrew with extreme arrogance.

Many Highland Tribe members could already envision Andrew being torn to shreds by Othniel, their eyes flashing with cold gleams.

Andrew slowly stood up and beckoned to Othniel. "Mr. Fernsby, since you're such a gracious host, I'd be happy to oblige. But you'd better be careful. If you stumbled and lost here, you would never become the chief of the Highland Tribe."

Othniel grinned viciously as the muscles throughout his body crackled and popped. "Even Kaelan, the Werewolf Lord himself, couldn't defeat me. And you think you're a threat to me? I will make you understand the true meaning of a fate worse than death!"

After the threat, Othniel strode toward the exit of the hall, his steps heavy and dominant, while the violent aura around him surged higher with every step.