Inside the camp, Chamuji's underlings were chatting and laughing as they cleaned up their spoils.

Compound bows, recurve bows, crossbows, a whole bunch of bows and arrows, and various short daggers that look expensive.

Any one of those items is more than ten times better than what they carry, because they are all made of steel.

In addition, there was a constant supply of daily necessities, some of which were even things that the cannibals did not have.

Fine salt, shampoo, needles and thread, razor blades, and as many modern clothes as possible, give a few strange garments covered in fish scales.

In short, they had everything they had seen and nothing they had ever seen before.

Chamuji had just returned from the jungle and was furious about his men's failed pursuit.

The death of a few underlings wasn't a big deal, but he was really curious about what Liya had taken with her.

But now, upon seeing these things, his anger vanished instantly.

He felt he had made a fortune from this deal, and he estimated that the value of these items alone was at least a thousand US dollars.

But now I'm even more curious about these things...

Just as he was thinking about it, Yak asked in confusion, "Boss, where do you think these women got all these things from?"

"There can't possibly be such kind-hearted modern people, can there? How come we've never encountered one?"

"Hmm." Chamuji nodded in agreement. Indeed... it was very unusual for these feudal and backward women to suddenly have so much good equipment and even know how to set up outposts and camps...

This is as absurd as a baby who couldn't even speak before suddenly being able to do arithmetic problems a few days later.

He also wanted to find out what exactly happened to the entire Baija tribe during this time.

So he waved to his underling. "Wake these women up."

The henchmen put down their equipment and immediately called over the others...

They went into the group of women and slapped them, poured cold water on them, and used every means possible to beat and kick them.

After much effort, the unconscious female warriors gradually regained consciousness...

Tatis shook her dizzy and throbbing head. When she saw the cannibalistic demons around her, she froze, seemingly unable to believe what she was seeing...

It's so obvious, even the dumbest caveman would understand what happened.

Before she could speak, Kratti shouted angrily, "You damned demons! You can't beat us, so you poison our food! I'm going to kill you all!"

Due to their cultural backwardness, their vocabulary of insults was pitifully small, which not only failed to cause any psychological attack on these cannibals, but also made them laugh even more wildly.

Chamuji simply tilted his head back slightly, and two of his underlings grabbed Tatis and Krati and pulled them up.

"Hehe..." Chamuji chuckled and turned to look at Walid. "Brother, what's this move called again?"

Walid smirked smugly. "All's fair in war."

“Oh right, what’s the soldier?” Chamuji walked up with a sinister smile, holding a delicate butterfly knife, and slapped Krati’s cheek with the back of the knife.

"Do you know why you've been unable to defeat us for so many years? It's because you're brainless. Even if someone gives you so many treasures, you're still fish to be slaughtered by us."

As he spoke, Chamuji tapped the composite bow he was carrying on his back with his knife, displaying the smugness of a petty person who had achieved his goal.

These words seemed to strike a nerve with Tatis and Krati. This was an artifact bestowed upon them by Allah, and now... because of their own foolishness, it had been taken away by a demon.

An overwhelming sense of humiliation and guilt enraged both of them.

They twisted their bodies, trying to move forward, but both of them were tied up like dumplings, and someone was pulling on the ropes.

No matter how hard they tried, they could only bounce around violently in place.

Unable to get closer, Tatis spat out a mouthful of saliva, which landed squarely on Chamuji's face.

"Uh!" Chamuji's smug expression vanished instantly, and he hurriedly wiped his face in disgust.

"You old bitch!" He gritted his teeth and slapped Tatis twice, making blood trickle from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Tell me! Who gave you all this stuff? And where did all this iron come from?!"

"Terrible!" Tatis spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, glaring at Chamuji with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

"This is a gift from our God. What? You Wendigo people are envious?"

Chamuji was an educated man, and although he had his own god, he didn't believe a single word of such nonsense.

His face immediately turned cold... "It seems you'll only tell the truth if I teach you a lesson."

After saying that, he waved to his henchmen, who then began to punch and kick Tatis, beating her until she screamed in agony and was covered in blood.

After all, older women like this have no reproductive value and can't be sold for a high price.

That's why Chamugi dared to treat her so cruelly...

No matter how they fought, Tatis didn't reveal any information about Ye Feng except for his curses.

Seeing that it was ineffective, Chamuji began to use methods on Kelati again...

But the result was the same; they only received a string of curses and venomous insults.

As the highest leaders of their tribes, their faith in Allah was deeply ingrained. For people like them, who were in a feudal society, their faith was far more important than their own lives.

"Those two old bitches are asking for it!" Chamuji was also getting anxious at this moment. He grabbed the steel axe from his underling's hand and prepared to chop off their fingers first.

But Walid stopped him in time... "These two are not low-status individuals. Although they are a bit old, they can still fetch more than 100 yuan. Don't do anything foolish."

Upon hearing this, Chamuji angrily put down his axe...

"Then what do you suggest we do? You two old bitches aren't cooperating."

“If they won’t cooperate, will the others not cooperate either?” Walid laughed confidently, his gaze shifting to a little girl lying on the ground in the crowd.

"You. Bring her here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the henchman grabbed the rope and lifted the little girl up.

A middle-aged woman standing next to her roared, "You monsters! She's just a child! Come at me if you have a problem!"

Walid put on a sinister, forced smile. Judging from the woman's appearance, she was probably the little girl's mother. That made things much easier.

He slowly walked towards the mother and daughter, while other women shouted and cursed him from time to time, but he ignored them and showed no intention of stopping.

When he got to the little girl, he took a candy out of his pocket.

He had intended to lure the little girl, but before he could even speak, the little girl's angry, childlike voice cursed:

"Wendigo! Don't come any closer! You're a demon! I don't want your things!"

Walid's smile froze instantly. He hadn't expected that even such a young child would harbor such intense hatred for his own people.

Fortunately, these were all women and posed no threat.

When the soft approach failed, he had no choice but to resort to the hard one.

He immediately ordered his two henchmen to lift up the little girl's mother, ripped off her clothes, and lashed out with two whips.

The slapping sounds brought two bloody streaks and splattered blood. The middle-aged woman was trying her best to hold back, but she still couldn't help but scream.

"Don't hit my mother!" The little girl immediately burst into tears, jumping up and down as she tried to shield her mother from the whip, but someone kept pulling her back, preventing her from going forward.

The woman who had been beaten was not subdued and continued to glare fiercely at Walid...

"You demons will surely be punished by Allah! Ah!!"

Before he could finish speaking, two more bloody welts appeared on his back...

The little girl was so distressed that she could only break down crying and repeatedly beg not to hit her mother.

But the local inhabitants not only didn't stop, they even laughed and jeering...

"One more lash..."

"You didn't hit hard enough, brother. Let me do it."

"This woman hasn't even cried yet, so she must not be in pain."

...

This moment was enough to cause serious trauma to the little girl's young mind.

She couldn't understand why such a demon existed in this world. Her family seemed to have done nothing wrong. What had her clan done wrong?

Little did she know that this was the rule of the world: the weak would be beaten.

Let alone these primitive humans who have always lived in the primeval jungle, following the law of the jungle...

Even among the civilized nations outside, there is constant competition and slaughter between them.

And it's even more bloody and brutal than this jungle...

The other Baija tribesmen who were trampled on the ground were filled with anger and wanted to step forward, but their bodies were tightly bound, and they could only watch helplessly as everything happened.

"ah!"

Another lash fell, and the woman's back was covered in blood. Cold sweat appeared on her forehead, her eyes were glazed over, and she was close to unconsciousness.

But she still didn't reveal any information about Ye Feng.

Walid looked at the little girl and said viciously, "Your mother won't last much longer. If you don't tell me the truth, I'm going to beat her to death."

"Waaah... I said, please stop hitting me." The little girl was already sobbing uncontrollably, her tender little face covered in tears.

She was too young to fully understand how sacred Ye Feng was in the hearts of her clan and her mother.

She only knew that her mother wouldn't last much longer, and she had to save her mother.