From the shadows, three massive figures stepped forward.
The entire tribe held its breath. These were Su Mingxuan's personal elite guards...three Level-6 beastmen who were nearly as old as the Tribe Leader himself.
They followed only his orders and were known for their absolute loyalty and cold efficiency.
Without a word, they grabbed Mu Lihua by her arms, lifting her off the ground as if she weighed nothing.
"AHHH! NO! Mingxuan, save me! You can't do this! AHHH!" Mu Lihua's screams faded into the distance as they dragged her toward the dark, underground stone rooms used for the tribe's worst criminals.
Su Mingxuan gave one last look at Su Qinglan before turning and following his warriors. The crowd stood in a heavy, stunned silence. The drama that had just unfolded was enough to change the tribe forever.
Su Qinglan stood at the gate of her treehouse, feeling a strange coldness in her heart. She looked at the mud where Mu Lihua had been sitting.
