As the fight was about to erupt, Chief Tu and Eric also managed to rush over.
To keep up with Chief Tu's speed, Thomas was so anxious that his forehead was about to catch fire; he wished he could grow two more arms to carry both Tu and his wife like he had carried Joseph and Eric.
But with the height of the Ox-Head people being already a head taller than Thomas, he probably could only drag them along.
Being a beast cub, Eric naturally couldn't run fast. Like Joseph, he was carried under Thomas's armpit like a chick the whole way. Upon arrival, he struggled free as if granted amnesty, planting his two feet on the ground to regain his composure.
Being carried and shaken all the way almost gave him "wolf-sickness."
It was still more comfortable lying on Max's back, Eric sincerely thought.
Seeing the tension in front of him stretched tight like a bowstring, Chief Tu frowned, his blue-black ox head no longer gentle and approachable. He spoke with a commanding voice:
