"Mao Mao! Da Wang!" Ye Feng blurted out...

He was very familiar with that voice. Mao Mao was fine, but Da Wang's voice was highly recognizable, almost indistinguishable from a dog's bark.

Sure enough, two small monkey heads suddenly peeked out from the treetops not far away, holding branches and leaves in their mouths.

When their eyes met Ye Feng's, they were momentarily stunned.

Just a second later, the two girls let out an extremely high-pitched scream.

"Waaaaah! Ah!..."

The sound was like that of a puppy that hadn't seen its owner in a long time; it sounded harsh, but it was how they expressed their excitement and other emotions.

The two monkeys leaped rapidly from treetop to treetop, rushing towards Ye Feng.

Everyone on the plane leaned out and called out the names of the two monkeys.

When Ye Feng heard that the two monkeys were missing, he thought that since they were so small and had been missing for so many days, they must not have lived long and might have been eaten by some wild animal.

To his surprise, everything was perfectly fine.

As soon as they got close, the two monkeys pounced on Ye Feng, hugging him tightly and scurrying all over him, sniffing and scratching.

This "grabbing" refers to pulling hair, the highest form of etiquette in the monkey world, like picking lice...

"Hehehe." Ye Feng's hair was all messed up, but the smile on his face didn't fade at all.

"As expected of my pet monkeys, I thought you were all dead. Why didn't you come looking for me sooner? I arrived yesterday."

Animals cannot speak, but their emotions are the purest.

Even though Ye Feng had been away from them for over a month, the two monkeys had never forgotten their nurturing affection and could only respond to him with enthusiastic hugs.

Compared to before we left, the two monkeys had grown considerably, and their fur had become much thicker.

"Mao Mao! Da Wang!" Qi Xiaoyan called out loudly from the cabin.

Upon hearing the sound, the two monkeys looked up at the sky...

Upon spotting familiar faces, they grabbed the rope ladder and sprinted up as if running, leaping into the crowd's arms.

Ye Feng climbed up as well, and a moment later, the helicopter took off...

The two monkeys were practically inseparable, and everyone was playing with them. Naliga and Nalimi, however, timidly huddled together in a corner of their seats, their expressions terrified, and they didn't even dare to approach the window.

Imagine primitive people riding in helicopters – that's quite a leap in civilization, and it's normal to find it hard to accept right away.

However, they still stared at Chagli and his companions with hatred and vigilance. They didn't understand why Ye Feng didn't kill these demons, but since Ye Feng was a god, they didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Unlike them, the four of them, including Chageri, showed no fear. They were all curiously peering out the window.

They had only ever seen helicopters before, but had never ridden in one.

Ye Feng then approached the cockpit alone and explained the location to the two captains.

He didn't actually know the exact location of Chamuji and the others' camp, but Chagli said that they could find it by walking northeast for about 36 kilometers.

With helicopters and binoculars, as long as you know the general location, it only takes about ten minutes to get to 36 kilometers.

Ye Feng is no longer afraid of alerting the enemy, since the main person who was able to rescue the Baijia tribe this time was not him, but Chagli and his group.

"Mr. Ye Feng, here are the things you requested." Perod handed Ye Feng a small glass jar and several small transparent cups with lids.

Inside the glass jar, there was a smaller glass jar containing a colorless, water-like liquid, about half full, or about 200 milliliters.

The jars inside only have two capital letters on them... [cN]

Ye Feng accepted it carefully, as if it were a priceless treasure.

Actually, he called Covington last night to tell him to pick him up and to ask him to buy something.

If you wanted to buy this in China, you would need a whole bunch of related documents and proof, as well as identification details.

Because this is a highly toxic chemical, cyanide...

Just 50 to 200 milligrams is enough to kill an adult within 1 to 3 minutes by paralysis of the respiratory nerve center.

This time, Ye Feng is going to go all out and poison all the cannibalistic natives of the Chamuji tribe.

He must make these arrogant and greedy semi-modern people pay the price. How dare they set their sights on him? They really think they're invincible just because they've read a few books.

Upon opening the glass lid, a faint almond scent wafted out. Ye Feng only took a small sniff from a distance before immediately closing the lid.

There was no mistaking the taste; he was certain it was pure cyanide.

Ye Feng put it away with satisfaction...

"Thanks, captains. I didn't expect this thing to be so easy to get here."

Perodua chuckled... "In Brazil, if you have money, there's nothing you can't get. But I have to give you a piece of advice: I don't care what you're doing with this stuff, but if anything goes wrong, don't implicate us."

We're about to retire, and we only made an exception to bring you this because you're a good person and we consider you a friend. Most people don't get this kind of treatment.

"Yes, yes, yes." The two captains were kind-hearted, but kind-hearted people usually get rewarded.

Ye Feng wouldn't believe their nonsense. If he hadn't promised to give tips, he wouldn't have so many friends in the world.

He then had Qi Xiaoyan and her brother pool together $2,000 and give it to the two captains as a token of his gratitude.

After going abroad, each of them exchanged 10,000 US dollars. After buying some things along the way, each of them still had some money left.

It's not enough to do big things, but it can still get a lot of small things done as a tip or reward.

Liu Sisi heard their conversation clearly. Having spent so much time with Ye Feng, how could she not know what he wanted to do?

After hesitating for a moment, she decided to give Ye Feng a heads-up.

"Brother Feng, are you sure you want to do this?"

Ye Feng finished filling the glass jar with cyanide, turned around and nodded seriously to her, then glanced at the four people, including Chageri, who were having a heated discussion at the rear of the cabin.

"What's wrong? These beasts traffic people, eat children, and they even dare to have designs on me. Killing this inhuman bastard is doing justice for God, isn't it?"

"But..." Liu Sisi's worry deepened, her expression a mixture of concern and fear. She cautiously leaned close to Ye Feng's ear and whispered, her tone heavy with concern:

"Brother Feng, do you know what you're doing right now? If all 300-plus natives die, you'll be committing a war crime."

The consequence is certain death! This country's armed forces will surely kill us all! Even if you return to China..."

"Shh..." Before she could finish speaking, Ye Feng made a shushing gesture, interrupting Liu Sisi. However, a faint smile remained on his face, as if he had already thought it through.

War crimes are serious offenses committed by individuals or organizations during conflicts between two opposing forces, such as massacring civilians or attacking civilian targets, thereby escalating the conflict.

Strictly speaking, the Amazon is an autonomous continent, and the indigenous people there were always fighting amongst themselves, but that was their own business.

At this point, Ye Feng, as a foreigner, escalated the situation, which undoubtedly constitutes a war crime.

If anyone tries to harm him, even his motherland can't protect him.

"Don't worry, there's killing going on here every day. The modern people who sell guns committed war crimes the moment they arrived. Nobody cares about the lives of these primitive people. Besides..."

At this point, Ye Feng pulled a jet-black fountain pen from his pocket and twirled it in his hand.

This pen is exactly the same as the one he used to sign the contract when he participated in the game. It was a souvenir he got from Makuko after the game ended.

“I have a backup plan. Even if things really come to light, someone will protect us.”

Seeing Ye Feng staring confidently at the pen, Liu Sisi was stunned for a while before she understood.

"You mean... Markuko is willing to help us?"

Makuko's identity is self-evident; Liu Sisi investigated him after returning to China.

Online searches show that their net worth exceeds 10 billion, but this kind of information is usually what these capitalist tycoons want others to see; their actual net worth is far more than that.

Putting aside the fact that such a bloody program can be allowed to be broadcast in more than twenty countries and still be profitable, the forces behind it must have immense influence and reach.

If he's willing to help, then it's not a big problem.

Ye Feng nodded; he didn't think he had such a good relationship with Makuko.

However, the fact that I can make money for him is his source of confidence. After all, everyone in the world is driven by self-interest...