Ronin had already prepared to take down the Cyan Bamboo Tribe before setting out. That was why he had only brought a single meal's worth of rations, planning to acquire the rest of their supplies directly from the Cyan Bamboo Tribe.
Call it confidence or call it arrogance, but either way, he never once considered that he would lose to the Cyan Bamboo Tribe.
And things had gone just as he'd predicted. Not only had he won, but he had won with ease.
After dinner, a candle made from some unknown oil flickered with a faint yellow light.
This feeble light couldn't even fully illuminate Willie Knight's house, making every single person gathered for the meeting look like a villain plotting something sinister.
"The Black-collar Tribe has the largest population. For years, they've held the upper hand even when fighting one against three. They're very strong. Although I'm confident I can beat them, now is not the time. Let's save this tougher nut to crack for last."
