Hearing that there would be no consequences, Tang Weiwei and Zhan Pengwu exchanged a glance and then pulled out a multi-functional knife from their pockets.
These were things Ye Feng had bought in advance in the country; each of them had one...
"Don't worry, don't waste bullets, leave it to us."
After saying that, the two squatted down, hid behind their suitcases, and quickly moved forward.
The local tribesmen then re-nocked their arrows, and several more arrows were fired...
It's unclear whether their wooden arrows were too weak, or if Ye Feng's suitcase was simply too sturdy...
The wooden arrows didn't even pierce the suitcase; they were simply bounced off.
Seeing that the bow and arrows were useless and the enemy was getting closer and closer, one of the leading natives threw away his bow and pulled out a not-so-sharp wood-chopping knife.
"Damn it, stop shooting and just fire!"
He felt that even if the other side were modern people, there were only two of them, while he had seven. There was no way they could lose.
Upon hearing this, the other indigenous people also drew all sorts of knives and rushed over while shouting.
Seeing this, Tang Weiwei and her companion didn't think much of it. Close combat suited their tastes perfectly, so they immediately threw down their suitcases and rushed forward.
The cannibals are said to be warriors second only to the Shuar, but that's only true among the primitive tribes in this jungle.
Facing modern martial arts masters, they are as vulnerable as children.
Their attacks were completely haphazard and unpredictable; they were simply trying to kill their people.
The attacks from the group appeared to Tang Weiwei and Zhan Pengwu as if they were in slow motion.
The two moved with effortless grace, their blades flashing simultaneously as they delivered a flurry of punches and kicks, the blades gliding through the air...
In less than 10 seconds, the necks of six natives were slashed open, and blood spurted everywhere.
The last indigenous man was kicked to the ground. Looking at the two modern people in front of him who weren't even breathing, his eyes bulged wide.
Clearly, he couldn't believe it at all; his mind was completely blank. What was the origin of these fighting moves by his opponent?
How come I've never seen them before? My brothers are gone just like that?
While he was still in a daze, Zhan Pengwu stepped on his chest and looked the native up and down with disdain.
"Damn it, how come those Baijia women can't even beat this kind of trash? Someone with this level of skill wouldn't even be qualified to sweep the floor at our Shaolin Temple."
"They're just locals, they don't even know what kung fu is." Ye Feng quickly walked up to the two men, squinted at the man dressed in straw clothes and trousers, and asked directly in Pirahã:
"Why did you attack me? Where are those Baija women?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than Narika and Narime's voices rang out from behind her.
"My lord!" As soon as Ye Feng turned around, the two little girls threw themselves into his arms, crying uncontrollably.
"I knew you'd come back. You wouldn't abandon us. Waaah..."
Ye Feng then realized that the two girls were thinner and darker than they had been a month ago, and their cheekbones were protruding, making them look like skeletons.
"Oh dear... my girls, what happened to you two? Didn't you eat? You've become so thin, like skin and bones." Fu Changxiong looked at the two girls with concern and helped them remove the leaf scraps from their clothes.
The two sisters weren't much older than his daughter, and as a doting father, he felt incredibly sorry for them.
Naliga and Nalimi couldn't understand what he was saying; they just kept hugging Ye Feng and crying. Their pitiful appearance, with tears streaming down their faces, was truly endearing.
Ye Feng knelt down, wiped away their tears, and asked directly in the Native American language, "What happened? Where are your people? Where are Salra and Lia?"
Hearing the accent, which wasn't quite fluent, the two sisters were startled and immediately stopped sobbing. "Sir, you...you can speak the tribal language now?"
"Yes. Tell me quickly."
Urged by Ye Feng, the two sisters recounted in detail everything that had happened in the clan during this period.
But the more they listened, the deeper their brows furrowed, and hatred unconsciously showed on their faces.
They thought the cannibals were despicable enough for kidnapping and selling women, but when they heard that they ate babies, everyone present turned their fierce gazes toward the trembling native on the ground.
Such inhumane and morally bankrupt behavior infuriated them.
"What an uncivilized bunch of beasts!" Qi Xiaoyan couldn't help but step forward and kick the savage-headed man, making his eyes droop and his head spin.
Despite his anger, Ye Feng gleaned an important piece of information from the two sisters' story.
"If they were truly uncivilized, they wouldn't have been able to defeat the Baijia tribe with only a few dozen casualties."
"What do you mean?" Qi Xiaoyan asked...
Ye Feng nudged the head of the native in front of him with his foot, then glanced at the distant site where the Baija tribe and cannibals had fought...
"There is a smart one among the cannibals. They must have known that the Baija tribe's weapons are better than theirs, and that a direct confrontation would result in greater casualties."
That's why he chose to use a feint attack, sending most of his main force to launch a frontal assault, and even including their leader, Chamuji.
This would lead Tatis to believe that the enemy was launching a full-scale attack, so he took everyone out to meet the enemy.
Little did she know that the truly deadly force was the squad that had infiltrated the rear and drugged the pot.
It's quite rare to find such an intelligent person among such a barbaric people...
After he finished speaking, everyone nodded in agreement.
Indeed, compared to Dato, the bounty hunter captain who was completely outmaneuvered back then, this native is clearly much smarter.
"Hey!" Ye Feng casually kicked the native on the ground, waking him up, and asked in Pirahã:
"Who came up with the idea of drugging the Baija people?"
The native on the ground shook his head, staring blankly at the modern man in front of him. It took him a while to react.
The man's appearance was somewhat similar to that of the statue, and he was also of Asian descent. The two Baija girls even called him "Master."
Then there's no doubt about it; this person can only be Ye Feng, the one the bosses are looking for.
He knew Ye Feng was very capable; after all, he had only ever seen one person who could earn the respect of Walid, the smartest man in the tribe.
However, I still didn't expect that Ye Feng would be able to speak both the Baija language and the Pirahã language at the same time, which is really rare among modern people.
Could it be... that he really is Allah?
Before he could continue this absurd idea, he felt a sudden pain in his lower body.
Zhan Pengwu, looking fierce, had a knife stuck in his thigh and was slowly and forcefully cutting the flesh.
"I'm... asking you... a question!"
"Ah!" the native screamed loudly, only then realizing that he hadn't answered Ye Feng's question.
“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you! It’s our second boss, Walid. He’s the one in charge of planning every time we capture women from other tribes.”
Even our leader has to listen to him. Our wizard calls him the smartest man in the cannibal tribe, and he's also the most book-read.
Furthermore, he's very interested in the stove you invented, and he wants us to lie in wait for you here so he can come and teach you.”
Ye Feng couldn't help but smile. He had only asked one question, but the native had revealed all the information.
But this is good, it saves me a lot of trouble.
"Interesting, I was actually invited by a clever native. I rarely see such a studious native."
But isn't it a bit of an underestimation of me that you're only sending a handful of people to invite me?
Before the natives on the ground could speak, Nalimi interrupted...
"Sir, there are 16 of them in total. The leader is called Chagli. He took his men out hunting over the mountain this afternoon."
"Oh?" Ye Feng looked around and then at the sky. It was almost evening, so those people should be back soon.
Since the local tribesmen in front of us are not in charge, there is no point in keeping them around.
"Kill him." As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, Zhan Pengwu immediately drew his knife, and the blood-stained blade slashed across the native's neck. After struggling for a few moments, the native died.
Afterwards, Ye Feng and the others quickly disposed of the body, covered up the bloodstains, and began to quietly wait for the natives to return.
Ye Feng had actually considered before coming that the Baijia tribe might suffer heavy losses from being captured in the future.
But to be wiped out like this is truly beyond our expectations.
What he found most absurd and hilarious was that... a knowledgeable cannibalistic native actually dared to set his sights on him.
It seems this guy named Walid really wants to improve...
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