Henry gave an awkward smile…
"We're out on an adventure and we didn't bring any money. Can we buy on credit?"
"Once Ye Feng and his group are found, I'll definitely settle the account with you, however much you want."
Salla shook his head decisively.
"No, you can exchange other things for money if you don't have money."
Just like Ye Feng, he gave me this.
As she spoke, she lifted her clothes and pulled out the Nepalese knife from behind her back.
Henry narrowed his eyes slightly. He had seen the program and knew that this knife had always been Ye Feng's personal weapon.
Unexpectedly, it was just taken out like that.
But now he believed Salla's words even more.
Judging from the woman in front of me, she couldn't possibly have killed someone to steal the knife; it's only possible that Ye Feng gave it to her willingly.
"So you want a knife? I happen to have one..."
As he spoke, he reached for the military dagger at his waist, but Salla stopped him.
"Hey! I already have a knife, now I want your bow."
She looked Henry up and down, and finally pointed to the compound bow in his hand.
A murderous glint flashed in Henry's eyes. This woman was truly insatiable.
He was counting on this bow to kill Ye Feng, so how could he possibly hand it over?
That's what he was thinking, but Henry still forced a smile and agreed.
"Here's what we'll do: once you lead us to him, I'll give you the bow."
"Okay, come with me."
Salra nodded without thinking and turned to leave.
Henry and the others quickly followed.
Little did they know that their ambush plan had already been exposed by a few wild boars.
Unbeknownst to them, these so-called pursuers and villains had slowly become the prey.
Salra's rhetoric was personally taught by Ye Feng in order to gain the trust of Henry and the others.
Ye Feng even gave his sword to Salla.
All the questions that Henry and the others had just asked were ones that Ye Feng had thought of in advance.
That's why Salla was able to answer so fluently.
At this moment, Larsa was even more convinced that even if Ye Feng was not Allah, he must be Allah's messenger.
Otherwise, how could they possibly predict the hiding places of these Wendigos based on an injured piglet?
Allah is the embodiment of wisdom and creation.
"Lord Ye Feng must have come to save our Baijia tribe. I must take him back to see the High Priest and the Chief."
With his help, our Baija tribe will no longer need to fear those cannibalistic Wendigos.
Compared to her joyful state of mind, Henry was filled with unease at this moment.
Ye Feng has a total of 8 people, each with a bow. Even if they ambushed and attacked first, it would probably be difficult to eliminate them all in one go.
The game rules state that the game can only end when all 8 players are eliminated; otherwise, the enormous prize pool will remain just a number and cannot be redeemed.
Tang Weiwei and Zhan Pengwu are undoubtedly the strongest in the opposing camp. Once they start fighting head-on, our side has a very low chance of winning.
Without the help of so many traps, it's probably impossible to take it down without taking any damage.
Thinking of this, Henry glared angrily at Salra's retreating figure, his anger rising.
"Damn native bitch, I'll deal with you slowly later!"
He cursed under his breath, then immediately waved to the others.
Several people slowly leaned closer to their ears...
"Lexi, I'll be in charge of shooting Ye Feng, and you'll be in charge of shooting Zhan Pengwu."
The others shouldn't act rashly; the remaining one, Tang Weiwei, knows kung fu and won't be easy to deal with.
"We'll see how things go then, and await my orders."
Everyone nodded. Although they were chasing Ye Feng, they still cautiously looked around.
After walking for about seven or eight minutes, they indeed found the messy footprints left by Ye Feng and his group on the ground.
Since we're heading in the right direction, it means we're not far from Ye Feng.
The six men drew their short knives, nocked their bows and arrows, and prepared to fire.
After walking for a few more minutes, the group entered a relatively flat, dense forest.
The light dimmed considerably from here on out, as the dense, large leaves greedily stole the midday sun.
In an instant, it felt as if evening had arrived.
This stark contrast made Henry, a former soldier, wary.
Having one's field of vision restricted is something everyone dislikes, let alone mercenaries who have experienced countless life-and-death situations.
His two big, dark eyes kept darting around, scanning his surroundings like radar.
"Ouch!"
Just as they were on guard, Salla, who was leading the way, suddenly tripped and fell flat on his face.
"You think you're so rustic? How did you manage to fall down in the wild?"
Ressie muttered to herself from behind, then noticed Salla's loosened shoelaces and casually offered a hint...
"Your shoelaces are untied, hurry up and tie them."
Salla looked down and his expression immediately became tense.
She came from the oldest tribe, and before meeting Ye Feng, she had never even seen such high-end jungle boots, let alone tied shoelaces.
But at this point, she couldn't say it outright, otherwise she would be exposed.
So they had no choice but to tie the shoelaces into a knot, like they were tying firewood.
She originally thought that this would be enough to fool them, and that the people behind her wouldn't care.
Lacey and the others didn't really look at it, but Henry definitely caught the scene.
His eyes immediately sharpened; from such a simple matter, he discerned a great deal of information.
Even if a tour guide is a native, he has definitely received modern education.
Moreover, the job of a tour guide requires frequent travel between the interior of the Amazon and the outskirts of the Amazon.
A good pair of jungle boots is certainly desirable, but Salla's lacing technique was very stiff.
They are not even as good as modern children who have just learned to walk.
This shows that she doesn't know how to tie shoelaces at all.
And yet, an adult, a tour guide who spends years trekking in the wilderness, doesn't know how to tie his shoelaces.
This is equivalent to guys watching porn without masturbating, and girls going on dates without wearing makeup—it's both absurd and bizarre.
Henry drew his short sword lightly from his waist, took two steps closer to Salra, and spoke in an icy tone.
"Salla, your shoelaces don't look tied properly, why don't you... tie them again?"
Upon hearing this, Salla trembled violently, her heart pounding...
"Is this the Wendigo? They even discovered this. Just as Lord Ye Feng said, they are truly cunning and clever demons."
She swallowed hard; the other person's tone clearly indicated that they had discovered something.
So Salla stared wide-eyed at the nine o'clock position and blinked rapidly several times.
Then, trying to suppress her panic, she forced herself to remain calm and replied:
"Mr. Henry, I've always tied my shoelaces like this, is there a problem?"
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