Zhan Pengfei smiled.
"It's that person you guys always talk about, number one on the list, Ye Feng."
"It's him!?"
The two exclaimed in surprise at the same time, and began to look around warily.
Although they admired Ye Feng, they wouldn't easily trust him just because he was Chinese.
After all, he was the only Chinese person to become number one in the three years since the show started airing.
He must be very skilled, and his hands must be stained with blood, otherwise how could he have acquired so many high-end tools?
Seeing his two older brothers' expressions, Zhan Pengfei was speechless for a moment.
"Oh dear... please don't do this, it was Brother Feng who saved me. He's a very nice person."
They even gave me antibiotics, a scarce drug; otherwise, I would have died from an infected wound long ago.
In the next few minutes, he briefly recounted his experiences over the past few days.
But as he was talking, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have overlooked something.
It took me a moment to realize that LeBron's group consisted of nine people.
The fight lasted only a dozen minutes in total, and Clayvin never showed up.
Furthermore, with Ye Feng and Fu Changxiong having gone out to find building materials, things became clear.
"not good!"
Zhan Pengfei cried out in surprise and quickly grabbed the hands of the two older brothers.
"Brother, you guys hurry up and help Brother Feng. Clayvin's group is with LeBron."
They went to find Brother Feng, you have to help him!
The two exchanged a glance. Zhan Pengwu naturally had nothing to say; his younger brother's savior must be his friend.
Most importantly, the other party was someone who had previously ambushed him.
In this way, even if it's not to save people, they'll still go for revenge.
Tang Weiwei hesitated for a moment; he couldn't leave Zhan Pengfei alone here at this time.
Although the arrow wound was not fatal, it still needed to be treated as soon as possible.
He simply tossed Qi Xiaoyan's recurve bow to Zhan Pengwu.
"Awu, you go ahead. I'll treat Pengfei's injuries first. Be careful on your own."
"Hey!"
Zhan Pengwu quickly got up and took the quiver off Qi Xiaoyan's back.
Following Zhan Pengfei's instructions, they ran quickly towards the forest.
Watching his disappearing figure, Tang Weiwei seemed lost in thought.
Unlike the Zhan brothers, he was not naive. He genuinely admired Ye Feng, who had brought honor to the Chinese people.
But that's all.
In this game, he no longer believed in whether someone was a good or bad person.
Everything, from material possessions to human relationships, is based on the exchange of benefits.
The value of antibiotics, such miraculous drugs, in the jungle is self-evident.
Tang Weiwei absolutely refused to believe that someone who could become number one would take out such medicine to save a stranger.
This isn't about whether someone is saintly or not; it's about stupidity.
Therefore, there is only one answer: Ye Feng definitely wants to get something from Zhan Pengfei.
In his eyes, this benefit was definitely much greater than that of two antibiotics.
Could it be because of Zhan Pengfei's identity as a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner?
Tang Weiwei really couldn't understand it, but the fact that Zhan Pengfei had come back to life was undeniable.
Regardless of what Ye Feng wants, she still owes him a favor.
After thinking it over, he found some hemostatic herbs and began to set up the stove to brew the medicine...
But on the other side, in a hilly area about 500 meters from the camp…
The terrain here is exceptionally rugged, with the road undulating like an irregular wave.
The surrounding woods are mostly filled with straight, deciduous trees.
Unlike other places, it is very quiet here; you can't see a single bird.
To be precise... they were all scared away.
At this moment, Ye Feng and Fu Changxiong were lying on a small earthen slope with an angle of about 45 degrees.
They were covered in sweat, some gripping bows, others holding knives.
Their eyes scanned back and forth between the 10 o'clock position on the left and the 3 o'clock position on the right, towards the woods about twenty meters away.
Behind these trees, Clayvin and his group of four were hiding.
A moment later, Clayvin's voice came from afar.
"Hey! Brother Ye Feng, we meant no harm, we just happened to be passing by. Why did you have to start a fight!?"
Ye Feng grinned, finding it all quite amusing. To claim it was a coincidence to follow someone in the middle of nowhere?
"Who the hell is your brother?! Our skin color and appearance are completely different."
I know exactly what you're thinking, and I advise you to give up this foolish idea.
The last person who tried to take advantage of me is probably already dead, their grave overgrown with weeds.
Clayvin frowned, wiping the white droplets from his face; naturally, he was not going to give in so easily.
They tracked him all the way here for the 5 million and Ye Feng's equipment.
Giving up is absolutely out of the question, but... the compound bow in Ye Feng's hand is no joke either.
Clayvin was well aware of the power of this thing. If it was just a scratch or hit the skin and muscle tissue, it would be acceptable, at least there would be no danger to life.
However, if it hits the bone, it will break instantly. If it hits the internal organs, death is certain.
Things suddenly became much more complicated than he had expected.
What should have been a bloodless sneak attack was ruined by two monkeys.
It was getting late, and dragging it out wouldn't benefit anyone, so he had a sudden idea and decided to collect some interest first.
"Haha, young man, since we're all sensible people, I'll just say it straight."
You have so many tools and weapons, even salt. Isn't that a bit unfair to the other challengers?
As a world-renowned country of etiquette, China has a tradition of being helpful to others.
So, shouldn't you share some of it?
Hearing this, Ye Feng was surprised.
How could a Merikh have learned to use moral blackmail?
"So tell me, what would you like?"
Seeing that things were looking promising, Clayvin continued:
"Okay, I won't be greedy. Give me a bag of salt and the compound bow you have, and we'll leave right away."
If you promise me that, I swear to God I will never bother you again.
"Hehehe..."
Ye Feng let out a light, extremely mocking laugh, as if he were listening to the biggest joke ever.
Hand over the compound bow? Isn't that just surrendering and waiting to be slaughtered?
However, after thinking about it, he actually smiled and agreed.
"Okay! I can give you the things, but you have to exchange them for something else!"
Clayvin was taken aback; Ye Feng's quick agreement seemed too fake.
"They're not going to kill me, are they?"
"Hahaha!"
Ye Feng laughed heartily in approval as he looked across the other side through his binoculars.
Upon closer inspection, he could clearly see the black backpack's outer shell, hidden behind the tree but not completely obscured.
Seeing this, he quickly nocked an arrow...
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