At that moment, about twenty meters away from me, there was a sudden commotion in the bushes, and a dark-skinned indigenous figure ran away again.

"Grass!"

My eyes widened in fury. I thought this guy had already taken Top far away, but I never expected him to be so bold as to lie in ambush about twenty meters away from me.

I'm still feeling a lingering fear. If I hadn't cut the straw rope with the machete, he probably would have come back and finished me off when he saw I was unable to resist.

That's what makes humans so terrifying; they aren't like wild beasts who only know how to fight head-on.

The biggest difference between people is that they can accurately assess the gap in strength between each other and then use the most appropriate strategy to deal with the enemy.

They know how to seize opportunities, when to retreat and when to advance. These intelligent beings can be considered the common enemy of all species, including humanity itself.

Now that he was moving again, Pat, high in the sky, had a target to lock onto. I immediately issued a command to Pat in the air.

"Pat, attack!"

At my command, a sharp cry of an eagle rang out from the sky. Pat had already folded his wings into an acute triangle and swooped down towards the natives fleeing into the forest.

However, I soon saw that Pat did not attack or push the man down, but instead circled around to the front of the native, waiting for an opportunity to launch another attack.

The man had clearly noticed Pat's approach from behind. Pat's sudden attack caused the native to linger for a moment, wasting some time.

Taking advantage of this brief window of opportunity, I got much closer to the indigenous people's new location. Now I could see clearly why Pat hadn't pushed or attacked them directly.

That native must have suffered at the hands of this aerial overlord eagle before. Now you can see that Top has been tied to its back with ropes binding its limbs.

This acted like a human shield protecting the native's back, which is why Pat didn't directly attack the native with his claws. With that kind of impact, Top, acting as the shield, would certainly have had his spine broken and would have been dead!

I kicked a small stone next to me angrily, and now a severe sense of frustration swept over me.

I possess so many deadly and sophisticated weapons, yet I dare not use any of them to deal with the situation before me.

Regardless of whether I can take them down, I'm certain that no matter what weapon I use, they will take down Top without hesitation.

Now that the other side is using Top as a human shield, I'm completely hesitant to act rashly. I really have no other choice but to continue chasing the locals in front of me.

At that moment, Pat, high in the sky, made a move as if to rush towards the faces of the natives.

Just then, I suddenly saw the man take out a half-meter-long, yellowish-brown pole from his pocket, and then, while running, he put something into the pole.

Seeing this, my pupils dilated suddenly, and I quickly shouted at Pat, who was flying towards me.

"Pat, patrol! Don't go near that person."

Although Pat had some doubts, he still chose to trust me immediately and took off into the sky.

Just moments ago, he had drawn a weapon similar to my blowgun and aimed it at the natives in the sky. But now, seeing Pat suddenly turn around and fly into the sky, a hint of regret seemed to flash in his eyes.

Seeing this, I knew I had saved Pat's life. Because the indigenous men in the rainforest bear the brunt of the responsibility for supporting their families, they are naturally the best hunters.

Judging from the fact that he dared to take out a blowgun and aim it at Pat while running, this person's ability to use ranged weapons is definitely no less than mine.

This guy hadn't revealed his weapon until now, but it seems that his blowgun is the most deadly weapon, even more so than the trap he set earlier.

If the blowgun arrows were coated with poison, things would become even more complicated.

Poisoning in the rainforest without finding suitable antidotes is essentially a death sentence.

Thinking about this, I became even more worried about Top's safety. It might have been injured by the blowgun, which is why it's now in this limp state.

I'm feeling very distressed right now. I've always been in control of the situation, but this time I'm completely on the defensive and have no idea how to deal with the locals.

I had to be constantly on guard against the blowguns in his hand, and I couldn't stop moving. He could attack me with blowguns, but I dared not use any weapon to attack him, as that might hurt Top.

I knew I couldn't let him keep running. If he returned to the tribe, we would all be finished.

Just then, as I passed by a grove of trees covered in vines, an idea suddenly struck me.

Since we can't use force, let's use reason.

Bows and crossbows are too lethal, so I decided to cut some thin vines and twist them into ropes to use as foot restraints.

The foot binding rope is a very uncommon type of flexible cold weapon, unlike other cold weapons which have great killing power.

On the contrary, it does not have much killing power; its main function is to bind and restrain people from a distance, which is somewhat similar to the lasso used on the grasslands.

However, this kind of foot restraint has a much longer history, dating back to the ancient Stone Age, and was an important hunting tool for early humans at that time.

Compared to the lassoes used on the grasslands, the foot-binding ropes are much more flexible and maneuverable.

The application of lassos requires a certain space to be effective. In a place full of bushes and weeds like this, even throwing it out would probably be a problem.

I slung the shotgun over my shoulder and ran, cutting down vines along the way and starting to twist them into a rope.

The structure of the foot restraint is very simple, consisting of only a rope about half a meter long and small stones at both ends used as counterweights.

I quickly wove the rope, which was about 60 centimeters long. The pebbles at both ends were picked up from the ground and were a little larger than pigeon eggs.

I wove the pebbles into both ends of the rope and tied them in place, thus creating a makeshift foot binding rope.

I've never used this thing before, and whether I can keep the other person here depends entirely on luck.

I grabbed one end of the lasso and started swinging it around like a lasso, gradually increasing the speed to give it more kinetic energy so it could fly further.

"Drink! Let's go!"

I mustered all my strength and shouted, and the foot-binding rope in my hand, which I had already charged up to the maximum, flew out and sped toward the native's ankle, which was less than ten meters away from me.