"I……"

At that moment, a hundred thousand alpacas were galloping through my mind. After realizing that the natives meant no harm, I originally wanted to discuss with them how to replace Top.

Who knew that after the negotiations failed, that sixth brother actually chose to run away. We had only been chasing him for a short while when we caught up with him all the way to his hometown. Isn't that infuriating?

Upon seeing his companions, the indigenous man carrying the top was noticeably more confident.

About twenty burly men armed with weapons surrounded me, trying to communicate with me in a string of gibberish I couldn't understand.

At that moment, I felt like I was being soaked in a filthy outhouse. I really didn't want to explain myself to these guys, unless they were kind enough to do so.

Given our current desperate situation, it's bound to motivate me to fire a couple of shots at them with my shotgun first.

Even though there are about twenty people here, they are still maintaining a distance from me. If I suddenly attack now, a large number of them will definitely fall.

Explaining it to them is pointless; the only way is to intimidate them with the law of the jungle, just like I dealt with that tigress in the mountains east of my hometown.

You may lack ability, but you must never show it directly, otherwise people will definitely take advantage of you.

On the contrary, you want to create something out of nothing, making yourself appear as inviolable as a god.

The twenty-odd burly men were just pointing their spears at me; they didn't attack me despite their numerical advantage.

This actually adds a bit to their lives. Now they just need me to give them a reasonable explanation, so I will.

I took the shotgun off my back and patted it. Then I waved to the natives blocking my way, signaling them to make way.

They were a bit confused by my actions, but seeing that I wasn't scared and didn't intend to run away, they actually made way for me.

However, they still followed me with spears and bows. If they wanted, I wouldn't have time to run within that area before they turned me into a pincushion with their spears and bows.

Amid their questioning gazes, I carried my shotgun to a tree as thick as an arm. Then, I aimed at the tree and pulled the trigger, releasing the single shot loaded with a slug.

"boom!"

As a plume of white smoke burst from the gun barrel, a burst of orange-red flame and a sound that shook the ground violently followed.

The next second, the tree trunk, as thick as an arm, which was more than ten meters away from me, was directly blown in half by the terrifying force of the single bullet, and the broken section of the trunk was thrown several meters away by the residual force before landing.

The gunshot was like a thunderclap exploding over the heads of all the natives, who were so frightened that they quickly dropped their weapons and checked each other's bodies to see if they were injured.

I was pleased to see the expressions on the faces of these natives. While they were in a panic, I turned my back and secretly pulled out the spent cartridge and reloaded a gold bullet.

I didn't let the natives see this process. The shotgun was my last resort, and I didn't want them to know the secret behind it.

Now all I need to do is make them believe that I can make this stick breathe fire and produce a huge thunderous roar, possessing the terrifying power to blow trees in half.

Let them think that if I wanted to, I could wipe them all out with a wave of my hand amidst this thunder!

I know that in their cognitive system, humans could never possess such supernatural powers. Only the gods they worship day and night could do it.

Now I want them to treat me like a god. In this dangerous jungle, these natives are the most threatening creatures.

Only by subduing them can I be considered a apex predator in this land's food chain, thus avoiding many unnecessary troubles in my future life.

Seeing that these indigenous men were still in shock, I gripped my shotgun and returned to their side.

These natives saw it clearly just now; the fire and thunder were coming from that dark stick. Now that they see me coming with this stick, they think I'm going to punish them.

The poor natives were so frightened that they quickly moved far away from my shotgun, but they didn't run away immediately.

In their understanding, since I can possess such powerful divine strength out of thin air, no matter how fast they run, they can't escape my grasp.

However, it seems to be true that under the barrage of shot, how could these two-legged humans outrun the speed of bullets?

The natives exchanged glances, and immediately knelt down in fear and trembling, kowtowing repeatedly.

He was muttering a bunch of gibberish in his mouth, and while he was talking, he kept slapping himself in the face, as if he was punishing himself for his disrespectful behavior towards me.

I ignored their nonsense and just pointed to the native carrying the top, signaling him to come over.

The local man's face immediately turned as if he had drunk hundreds of kilograms of concentrated bitter melon juice, and he looked decades older in an instant because of his worry.

He knew he had attacked me with a blowgun and had repeatedly toyed with me. Now he thought I was doomed; the gods would surely punish me severely and take my life as well.

The indigenous man was not far from me, only four or five meters away, but it seemed as if he used all his strength to walk that short distance.

It seems like it's a distance of 108,000 miles; even the speed of ants would be considered speeding compared to that.

Seeing this comical scene, I was both annoyed and amused. I urged the local to come over quickly and told him not to be afraid.

Even so, the native walked with trepidation, his legs trembling as if they were vibrating egg-shaped electric toys.

That thunderclap just now sent an entire tree flying. How could I not be afraid?

As soon as he got close to me, the local man collapsed to his knees, pressing his face firmly against the ground to show his respect for me.

The other indigenous men could only watch with worry as the man lay prostrate on the ground. None of them dared to speak up, and even while kneeling, their bodies trembled with tension.

At this point, I was too lazy to waste any more words, so I drew the machete that was slung across my waist.

The moment the gleaming knife was drawn, all the natives were startled and unconsciously swallowed hard.

I stared longingly at the native lying on the ground, his eyes filled with pleading.