Ignoring them, Bai Ying squatted down in front of the terrified Basong Lang and said coldly:
"Hey... do you still want to arrest me?"
Basolang quickly shook his head, no longer daring to show the slightest disrespect.
"Very good." Bai Ying's lips curled into a cold smile.
“Listen, killing you would be as easy as stepping on ants for me. But I haven’t done so because… I want to cooperate with you.”
"Cooperation?" Basolang frowned slightly.
I don't know these two people at all; we're from completely different worlds. How can we possibly cooperate? Where does this even begin?
Despite his doubts, Basolang put on a fake smile tinged with fear.
"Hey... what ethnic group are you from, brothers and sisters? How should I address you?"
"Hmph." Zhang Tiannan couldn't help but chuckle.
"We are the Han Chinese from the East, a people that you natives can only ever look up to."
Upon hearing the name "Han Chinese," Basolang was filled with question marks.
He had never heard of the name before, but he didn't suspect anything.
Although he wasn't highly educated, he knew that on the other side of the world, there were many beings more powerful than their Shuar tribe.
Take Europe's neighbors, for example. Aren't those incredibly destructive weapons manufactured by them?
Bai Ying picked up the conversation and gave a brief self-introduction.
Then he asked Basolang and the others about the purpose of their trip.
When Bai Ying learned that these semi-modern natives had come to find the Baijia tribe and, incidentally, to capture the two women named Liya Salla, a sinister glint appeared in her eyes.
Ugly didn't lie to herself, which caused the ambush plan to fail that day. The two native women who fought with her later were named Lia Salla.
At that moment, she understood everything completely.
Zhang Tiannan also figured everything out...
"Damn Ye Feng, I was wondering why there were two native women in his team all of a sudden. Turns out they were the two women these people were trying to capture."
But I don't understand why these two women listen to him so much.
Bai Ying didn't reply, but spoke directly to Basolang:
"I can not only help you capture those two women, but I can also help you capture all the women of the Baijia tribe."
But the condition is... you have to help us kill a few people.”
Basolang raised an eyebrow. He wasn't stupid. These two Han Chinese men were so powerful, yet they wanted him to help them kill someone?
This only proves that if these people can't even kill them, what merit do they have?
He hesitated to agree easily, and only managed a couple of awkward laughs...
"Heh...you two, to be honest, I'm just a small team leader in a bounty hunter team. My opinion doesn't really count..."
How about this, our leader is called Dato, and he's leading the main force behind us.
They'll probably be looking for us in a couple of days, so... you can just talk to him then.
Bai Ying thought about it and agreed, nodding in agreement...
"good!"
As Chou Chou mentioned in her previous call, a Shuar tribe team was on its way. It's best to talk to the person in charge about this kind of thing.
Based on the map we've been observing over the past few days, Ye Feng and his group have remained in the same spot, which means they've suffered serious injuries and are temporarily unable to move. There's no rush.
Time flies, and before we knew it, it was the next morning...
Today is the 80th day of the game, and it's also a rainy day.
Thick fog blanketed every corner of the forest, as if someone had deliberately placed a smoke bomb.
But the birdsong in the jungle remained loud and clear, obviously... they didn't like this foggy and rainy weather either.
A plume of smoke drifted out of the treehouse, dissipated into the air, and was immediately washed away by the rain, becoming part of the rain and mist.
Ye Feng stood on the treehouse platform, watching the raindrops rolling down the eaves, his brows furrowed.
The combination of Western medicine and a large amount of traditional Chinese medicine has completely scabbed over his wounds and the large bump on his head has also completely disappeared.
Although he still felt some pain in various parts of his body, he could feel that his bodily functions had recovered to about 70%, so traveling would definitely not be a problem.
But what he's more worried about now is Liya.
He and Liya had only known each other for a few days, and their relationship wasn't particularly close.
But Ye Feng knew very well that the only reason they were able to kill Cheng Haojun and escape the ambush that day was thanks to divine intervention...
The most crucial element was the hidden sentry, Liya, whom he had planted beforehand.
If it weren't for Liya's timely reminder, I would definitely have died from Cheng Haojun's arrows that day.
The girl has been gone for a full week, and there has been no news of her since.
It's not that Ye Feng doesn't trust Liya...
Instead, along the way, he encountered too many strange poisons and unusual phenomena from this land.
Can Lia, a girl, really find her tribe?
Could it be that she...?
"grown ups..."
Just then, Salla stood behind him holding a jar filled with a brown liquid.
The air inside was filled with an unpleasant and nauseating smell of Chinese medicine.
Ye Feng suppressed the urge to vomit, took the drink, pinched his nose, and drank it down in one gulp.
"Ah...tsk tsk tsk."
He wiped his mouth with disgust. Perhaps this was why traditional Chinese medicine was not well-received; the taste was truly unpalatable.
“Salara, do you think...Lia can find your people? She…”
Ye Feng didn't say anything more, as he was afraid that his negative emotions would be contagious to Salla.
But Salla clearly understood what he was trying to say and grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.
"Don't worry, my lord, Lia has definitely found her people and is on her way here!"
"Oh? Really? How did you know!?"
Seeing Ye Feng's sudden excitement, Salla smiled confidently...
"Because of you, the artifacts and armor you bestowed will protect Lia on her journey."
"Hehe..." Ye Feng was both amused and exasperated, and could only manage two awkward laughs.
He didn't know if Salra was really stupid or pretending. If he really had the ability to protect others, how could he have been so badly injured?
"Brother." Fu Changxiong limped over. "When are we leaving?"
Ye Feng looked at his slightly swaying body and asked worriedly:
"Are you sure you're okay? Why don't you rest for a few more days? We've already won, so it won't make a difference if we don't rest a little longer."
Fu Changxiong chuckled and confidently patted his leg. As the game progressed, his longing for his daughter grew stronger.
After all, he had been away from his daughter for nearly three months and didn't know how her condition was.
"It's okay, brother. It does hurt a little when I walk, but I promise I won't hold you back."
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