The Black Snake Tribe's residence.
Scale Armor was all smiles as he told Jiang Xuan how brave the Crocodile Tribe's warriors were and how much they contributed to this battle.
At first, Jiang Xuan listened patiently for a while. Unexpectedly, Scale Armor shamelessly went on and on, and Jiang Xuan couldn't suppress his anger any longer.
He waved his Fine Iron Battle Spear and said coldly, "Leader Scale Armor, I'm only concerned about one thing right now: how much of the Black Snake Tribe's spoils do you intend to take away?"
Upon hearing this, Scale Armor's heart tightened. He realized that if he didn't give Jiang Xuan an explanation today, he might not be leaving.
Scale Armor slightly lowered his head, calculated in his mind for a long time, then raised his head and gritted his teeth to answer: "Chief Xuan, how about this: our Crocodile Tribe only wants… only wants half of the spoils. The rest will go to your Vine Tribe!"
"Half?"
