Finally, after the three of them had been chopping away for more than half an hour, the tree, which was about 70 centimeters in diameter, made a "crackling" sound.

"It's about to break! Watch the direction it falls!"

Ye Feng's reminder made everyone look up at the tree.

Soon, the king of plants in the forest slowly fell.

Everyone quickly dodged in the opposite direction.

"Boom! Crack!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The Xiangbox tree collapsed with a loud crash, also breaking several other large trees in the forest.

And the tree fruits that hadn't exploded yet were immediately triggered, and several explosions rang out in succession.

Ye Feng, carrying his backpack, slowly walked to the top of the tree.

Many unripe, green fruits were scattered around.

After searching carefully for a while, he found three fruits suitable for launching and casually tossed them to Qi Xiaojie.

"Little stutterer, you have to hide this thing well. Don't let it get squeezed by other things, otherwise if it explodes, we'll all suffer too."

"Hehe, I...I know!"

Qi Xiaojie placed it carefully in a hidden compartment in her backpack, as if she had found a treasure.

He now has exactly 10 of these tree fruits.

"Alright, let's start sawing the tree. Remember, you must remove all the thorns first, otherwise they will pierce your backpack and easily hurt yourself."

Upon hearing this, the crowd began to cut down, saw, and chop the trees.

The thin branches were divided into sections about 50 centimeters long and about the thickness of a forearm, so that they could be easily thrown after being lit.

Another half hour passed, and the collection work finally came to an end.

All the wood weighed about 40 kilograms in total.

Ye Feng originally intended to cut more, but carrying too much weight would easily slow down his journey.

Now that there's one more person in the team, this weight is just right, not too much, not too little, and still acceptable.

He bundled the logs separately and stuffed 20 kilograms into Zhan Pengfei's backpack.

The remaining 5 people split the cost equally.

"Brother Feng, this thing needs to be processed. Freshly cut wood has moisture in it, so it won't burn."

Ye Feng glanced at the sky; it was almost 2 a.m., and he realized that he had spent too much time.

"Yes, these logs need to be dried, but we don't have time now, let's get going."

After saying that, the group embarked on their journey once again.

Everyone was exhausted at that moment, but they also felt very satisfied and happy.

Now they've acquired another life-saving piece of equipment, and it's an offensive biological weapon at that.

If we also get the weapons provided by the production team and stay in the sturdy treehouse, that will be an absolutely safe area.

Humans' inner fears often stem from insufficient firepower.

Especially for people like them, living in such a harsh environment and surrounded by enemies, what they often lack most is a sense of security.

In situations like this, only weapons can compensate for this deficiency.

The group chatted as they walked, step by step, heading towards the place they had longed for day and night…

But at the same time, less than a kilometer ahead of them, a team of nine people was walking in their direction.

Among them, LeBron Jones, Kim Tae-woo, and two other South Koreans walked at the front.

With the car in front and the car behind, the two brothers' backpacks were hanging down very heavily, clearly indicating that they were quite heavy.

It was obvious that Clayvin had assigned the heaviest loads to the two of them to carry.

Those two are fitness instructors, after all. They're so big, it would be a shame if they didn't do manual labor.

They were drenched in sweat, panting heavily, their ankles aching, and they were in great pain.

But facing their American father, they didn't dare to give up easily, so they could only mutter curses under their breath.

"Sibaro, those damned Merrick whites, I really want to kill them."

They even brought burning firewood! They're treating us like donkeys!

"Exactly! If we had known this would happen, we should have fought them yesterday!"

They call it cooperation, but they treat us like slaves; they're a complete bastard.

Kim Tae-woo heard their curses and quickly stepped forward to make a "shut up" gesture to them.

His flustered, looking around anxiously suggested he was afraid Clement would understand.

"Keep your voices down, you two. You're lucky to be alive. Do you really want him to kill you?"

The man in front wiped the sweat from his forehead, his expression one of utter frustration.

"Brother, do you really believe they want to cooperate with us? Damn it! They're clearly just using us."

I think even if we kill Ye Feng, given the nature of these white guys, they definitely won't share the supplies equally with us.

The car behind echoed in agreement:

"Big brother, you clearly have so many survival skills, and we've always lived well, so why should we submit to them?"

If this continues, we'll probably be exhausted after walking another kilometer or two.

"Shall we just rebel against them?"

"Ya~shi~"

Kim Tae-woo slapped his head with a look of exasperation.

"Do you think I don't know? Do you think I don't want to kill them?"

All our weapons have been confiscated, how are we supposed to fight? Did you think that if I didn't submit to them yesterday, we could leave safely?

I had no choice but to agree to save our lives.

The car in front still looked annoyed.

"Are we just supposed to keep working for them like this, only to be discarded by that tattooed white guy after we've served our purpose?"

Kim Tae-woo glanced at Clayvin, who was clinging to Choi Min-joo behind him, and anger welled up in his eyes.

He did indeed treat Choi Min-joo as just a plaything, but anyone would be unhappy if their toy was taken away.

"Don't worry, we don't have any weapons right now. Let's wait for an opportunity."

These guys completely trust me now. Soon, I'll show them that the people of our Great Han Underworld Kingdom are absolutely not slaves... Ah!

Before he could finish his boastful words, he suddenly felt a kick in the butt, almost sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.

Before I could turn around and see clearly, Bolton's voice came from behind...

"What are you all chattering about?! Is your backpack not heavy enough, and you want me to add some things for you?"

Upon hearing this, Kim Tae-woo immediately put on a fawning expression.

"Hehe, Brother Bolton, we were just discussing how to kill Ye Feng and his group if we encountered them."

"oh?"

Bolton's disdainful smile was mixed with a hint of curiosity.

Why do you Koreans hate Chinese people so much?

Kim Tae-woo's smile instantly took on a ruthless edge; he truly harbored a deep-seated loathing for the Chinese.

Because every Korean is educated from childhood to regard China as a formidable enemy.

There was no other way; after all, it was a colony, so we had to follow the master's lead.