Chief Welta was slightly taken aback by Feng Mountain's words, then his eyes narrowed.
A flicker of surprise, barely perceptible, crossed his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. A faint, smug look even appeared on his face.
"Mr. Feng, how did you know?"
"Back in the seventies, I was part of a delegation from the United States and had the good fortune to study in China for several months."
"I learned a great deal in your beautiful country, including the famous *Art of War* and guerrilla warfare tactics. I must say, the wisdom of the Chinese is truly profound."
'Dammit!'
Feng Mountain cursed inwardly. 'So he did learn our tricks. He came back and used them on his own people, scheming against the Bear Tribe. How shameless.'
On the surface, however, Feng Mountain still tried to maintain a casual, teasing demeanor.
But in the next moment, Chief Welta's tone shifted. The faint, smug look on his face vanished, replaced by a solemn and slightly aggrieved expression.
