Hearing this, Ye Feng hesitated, and just as he was about to say something, Tang Weiwei and Zhan Pengwu also came over.
"Ye Feng, we're fine now. We can fight and run, and our strength has recovered to at least 80%."
"Brother, apart from being a little dizzy, I'm perfectly fine fighting. You can go now."
The two were rubbing their hands together, looking quite energetic.
Clearly, the piece of Tai Sui meat that Zhan Pengfei found played a significant role.
Given their injuries, they should normally need to rest for half a month.
However, with the powerful tonic of Tai Sui, the injury was basically healed in just 8 days.
Everyone gathered around at that moment, all saying that they were fine.
Seeing everyone's eager expressions, Ye Feng, who had also been homesick for a while, immediately expressed his...
"Alright! Everyone's worked so hard for so long, it's time to enjoy the fruits of our victory. We'll leave once the rain stops!"
"good!"
Salla couldn't understand what they were saying, but he still had a big smile on his face.
The atmosphere in the team gave her a sense of home.
After lunch, the rain gradually subsided until the sky cleared up.
The group shouldered their packed bags and embarked on the final leg of their journey toward freedom.
Perhaps heaven took pity on their hardships, for their journey went surprisingly smoothly for the next hour or so.
Because Fu Changxiong had a back injury, Ye Feng didn't let him carry anything; he just needed to take care of himself.
Salra continued to lead the way, carving totems along the way.
If Lia or her people see them, they can find them through these totems.
Looking at the bouncy Salla, Ye Feng felt a pang of pity.
When he reached the finish line, he didn't know how to explain everything to this simple and honest girl.
Could it be that we should take her back to China with us?
If Salla disagrees, should he abandon her?
So after much deliberation, he decided to find Salra's people first.
After all, Salla could never fit into the environment of a big city; only this jungle was her home.
The others naturally had no objections. They followed the path that Lia had taken and searched for her.
Meanwhile, Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan were not idle either.
Southeast direction, 4 kilometers away—
Figures darted about in the dense forest; hidden by the lush green vegetation, brown figures could be seen everywhere.
This is quite rare even in the primeval forest.
Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan stood ramrod straight, their hands gripping the hilts of their knives, their eyes fixed on the natives who were constantly scrutinizing them.
Basolang was chattering away in Dato's ear, and Dato and the others nodded and frowned at times.
It turned out that yesterday, after Bai Ying and Basolang reached an agreement, they returned to Basolang's temporary camp together.
Just ten minutes earlier, Dato and his group had traveled for more than a week and found their way here by following the trail markers left by Basolang.
When they saw Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan, they were very puzzled, after all, they had never seen any yellow-skinned people from the East in this place.
Basolang recounted how he met Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan, their cooperation requirements, and the information he had gathered about Ye Feng and others.
It took Dato quite a while to process all this information. However, he did not comment on the cooperation...
The reason is simple: they were frightened by the ugly weapons beforehand.
The two yellow-skinned men in front of him, who claimed to be Han Chinese, wanted him to help kill their own kind.
Upon hearing that Basolang and his companions had been easily defeated by these two, Dato became even more cautious.
He never intended to be an enemy of modern people; he only wanted to capture those Baija women.
Why would two people with such abilities need to help themselves?
He thought the same as Basolang: this could only mean that the modern people Bai Ying wanted to kill were definitely not to be trifled with.
Even though the other party was unarmed, in his eyes, modern people were always powerful and unapproachable beings.
"Ms. Bai Ying, right?" Dato's eyes darted around several times before he stood up and slowly took two steps forward.
"I am not very interested in your request for cooperation. We are only here to arrest those women and have no intention of making enemies of you Han Chinese."
Unless... you can give me a reason why I absolutely have to cooperate.
As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers together, a greedy smile spreading across his dark face.
Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan exchanged a glance and immediately understood what Dato meant by his words of neither accepting nor rejecting.
This native clearly felt that the conditions were not good enough.
Simply put, it means wanting to get more returns, which is money.
Greedy people are the easiest to satisfy; just give them what they want.
Bai Ying smiled slightly and nodded in reply:
"Captain Dato, don't worry. As long as you can help us kill Ye Feng and his men, I'll give you this amount afterwards."
As she spoke, she slowly raised one finger.
Dato, puzzled, frowned and dismissively uttered a number...
"Hmph...100?"
Bai Ying rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"1000?"
Dato's disdain turned into doubt, but Bai Ying still shook her head.
"!?"
Dato's expression immediately became excited, his greedy eyes widened, and a tempting smile appeared on his lips.
He has never owned one in his entire life.
This amount of money is enough for him to take any risk.
Bai Ying rolled her eyes. It seemed that even though these natives had received some education, their values were still very limited. They didn't understand that the US dollar wasn't considered a lot of money in the outside world.
She stopped being coy and said directly:
"I'll give you 100,000 US dollars!"
"oh!....\"
Upon hearing this, some of the people present who understood English gasped in surprise.
Dato was stunned; 100,000 was an astronomical figure for these unsophisticated natives.
However, he wasn't completely fooled by this empty promise. He asked with some skepticism:
"Why should I believe you? I've heard that you yellow people are known as the most cunning race in the world."
"Hmph..." Bai Ying sneered, as if she had anticipated the other party's suspicions.
She slowly took off her backpack and took out a pair of mud-stained jungle boots, a short dagger, and a dozen arrows.
She had picked up all the arrows on the battlefield that day, while the boots and dagger belonged to Cheng Haojun.
“We didn’t bring any money with us to this show, but these boots and the knife alone are worth at least $800. Consider this my deposit.”
"If you still don't believe me, after this is done, I'll be your hostage, and my brother will be responsible for going back to get the money."
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