Landlord in the Arctic

Chapter 275 - 236: The Result

Faced with Chief Welta’s brazen opposition, Elder Xiong Ya raised his head, his attitude resolute.

"Even if you don’t agree, the Bear Tribe will still migrate. The Wild Bull Tribe can declare a tribal war if you wish. Even if every member of the Bear Tribe dies, we will not change this decision."

Tribal war?

This was the final method of resolution used by the Athabasca Race when a conflict became irreconcilable.

Once a tribal war began, it would be a fight to the death between the two tribes. In the history of the Athabasca Race, countless tribes, large and small, had been wiped out by such wars.

To think that this term could still appear in modern society.

The atmosphere on the scene instantly grew tense.

Hearing their elder’s unyielding declaration, the members of the Bear Tribe all rose to their feet. Their previous friendliness vanished, replaced by ferocious expressions.

They were, after all, a semi-primitive tribe. Each member was brimming with wildness, yet showed no fear, their gazes fixed directly on Chief Welta.

The members of the Wild Bull Tribe who had come with Chief Welta also stood up.

The members of the two tribes faced off, the atmosphere as taut as a drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

Meanwhile, Feng Shan, who had been at the center of this whirlwind of events, remained standing there, dumbfounded.

Things had developed to this point, far beyond his expectations.

Jeff watched the confrontation from the side, panicked and at a loss.

His face was a little pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and he muttered to himself.

’How did this discussion, which was going so well, turn hostile so suddenly?’

Then, Jeff repeatedly blinked at Feng Shan, as if urging him to say something.

’Say my ass!’

Feng Shan received the signal. Seeing as the conflict was related to him, he had no choice but to brace himself and step forward.

"Everyone, let’s sit down and discuss this calmly. We are all Athabasca people, from the same roots. There’s no need for things to get this tense."

"Nash, what are you doing with your mouth open? Are you going to bite someone?!"

At a signal from Khilla, the members of the Bear Tribe immediately obeyed, reining in the wildness they were exuding, and sat back down one by one.

Seeing this, Chief Welta frowned slightly, pondering to himself for a moment.

Then, he also waved his hand, and the members of the Wild Bull Tribe followed suit, sitting down as well.

However, the Wild Bull Tribe members did not sit down as crisply as the Bear Tribe members had.

A reluctant look remained on each of their faces. Clearly, they were still resentful of the Bear Tribe’s earlier unyielding stance.

After all, the Wild Bull Tribe was numerous, with branches spread throughout Alaska and the mainland United States. A portion of their people even lived in Canada.

But the Bear Tribe? In the eyes of the Wild Bull Tribe, what did the Bear Tribe even amount to?

At most, the Bear Tribe’s population was barely over a hundred people. Compared to the Wild Bull Tribe, it was like an ant meeting a whale—not even worth mentioning.

If this had been in the chaotic old times, their heads would have long been cut off and hung from tree branches.

Seeing the atmosphere relax a little, Feng Shan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He first shot a vicious glare at that pain-in-the-ass Nash, then looked at Chief Welta and spread his hands helplessly.

"Chief, you saw it yourself. This is the Bear Tribe’s own choice, not my intention. Of course, Nash is my brother, and I will unconditionally support any decision he makes."

Chief Welta nodded.

"I understand, and I don’t wish for this to happen either. The Bear Tribe’s sudden proposal to migrate disrupts the Federation’s development plans. Actually, the solution is simple, it just requires the Bear Tribe’s agreement."

"Oh? What solution?" Feng Shan’s brow twitched.

"It is to hand over the Bear Tribe’s territory to the management of the Norton Bay Economic Development Company, which is under the Athabasca Federation, and to promise to allow mineral development within the territory."

Instantly, Feng Shan’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Chief Welta.

Norton Bay Economic Development.

Anyone who was an Alaskan knew of this company.

Among the twelve Indigenous Companies, the Norton Bay Economic Development Company, along with Cook Inlet Region, Inc. and the Arctic Slope Regional Corporation, were known as the three largest Indigenous Companies in Alaska.

The Norton Bay Economic Development Company’s business was in the mining sector, with a focus on investing in the exploration and development of mineral resources like gold and silver mines in Alaska.

The latter two were involved in multiple business sectors, including real estate development, with their main focus in the energy sector—oil and natural gas development.

Bear Tribe territory.

Unfamiliar white men trespassing on the reservation to pan for gold.

The tribal chief getting injured.

The tribe’s migration.

Mineral development.

Territorial management.

As Feng Shan connected all these pieces in his mind, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

From the moment Nash’s father was injured, he had been meticulously placed within this series of events.

As if struck by lightning, Feng Shan’s mind instantly understood everything. He stared intently at Chief Welta, who was sitting to the side.

’The old bastard is getting more and more sinister.’

’He clearly coveted the Bear Tribe’s reservation land from the beginning, setting up a sinister plot with one ring linked to the next.’

’The initial setup was using Nash’s father’s injury as a pretext, passing the message through Jeff to get me to show up at the Bear Tribe.’

’Then, he used my identity as Khilla to lure the Bear Tribe members into proposing the idea of migration themselves, and finally, he’d seize the opportunity to take over the Bear Tribe’s reservation.’

Tsk, tsk!

’The old saying "the older the ginger, the spicier it is" is really true.’

’This old bastard has actually perfected the art of conspiracy to such a degree—one intricate link after another, just like a strategy from a book on warfare. To so brazenly plot against the Bear Tribe, and in the end, the Bear Tribe would even have to thank him.’

"Chief Welta, you’re really something. Have you studied China’s *The Art of War*?"

Although Feng Shan’s words carried a hint of teasing admiration and he gave Chief Welta a thumbs-up, his eyes revealed an unconcealable mockery.