Old Huang sneered, "Human! Don't think too highly of yourself. I have dealt with the high-level people of your race before. Our Fishman Tribe represents the Southern Realm, and although we have not interacted with it for many years, if humans don't want to provoke the Southern Realm due to our tribe, they will never interfere with our affairs. Otherwise, do you think our tribe would have stood tall for so many years?"
Listening to these words, Yang Chen obtained some information.
So that's how it is. The human high-level superiors know about the affairs of the Fishman Tribe.
No wonder.
He thought that he could discover the Fishman Tribe hidden deep in the seabed, but the high-level superiors of Luo Star Island, who had been living here for countless years, didn't know? They knew but turned a blind eye because they were too lazy to interfere with the Fishman Tribe due to the affairs of the Southern Realm.
However, now this has turned into leverage for Old Huang to threaten him.