Not only that, Salla and Lia were also a trump card he kept for himself.
After both groups left, the light in the jungle once again merged into the darkness.
A few dozen seconds later, a figure hidden in the night slowly chased after Dato and the others in the direction they had gone.
Back at the camp, before they even entered the house, Salla jumped off Zhan Pengwu's shoulder and looked at Ye Feng with a smug look, as if waiting for praise.
"Sir, how well did I act? They didn't notice, did they?"
Ye Feng used his thumb to wipe away the red juice from the corner of her lips, which still had some black pulp particles of blood fruit stuck to it.
"Come on, look at this! If I hadn't pulled Dato aside in time, you would have been exposed."
"It had to be him. If it were Bai Ying, there'd be no way she could be fooled; the details were just too poorly executed."
"Huh?" Salla wiped her lips and realized it was true. She scratched the back of her head in embarrassment and apologized.
"I'm sorry, sir, there were too many small pieces in those fruits. I remember I had already picked them all out."
"Never mind, as long as the goal is achieved. I was worried you might not be able to resist taking action."
Salra's smile faded slightly. "I really want to kill them, but there must be a reason why you forbid me from doing so, sir. I will unconditionally obey your orders."
Ye Feng patted her shoulder and nodded in satisfaction.
At this moment, Liu Sisi immediately chimed in, asking the question that had been on her mind for a long time. "Brother Feng, why didn't you let Dato just kill Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan? Was it really just for that little bit of reward money?"
"Tch~" Ye Feng shook his head dismissively. What a joke. He had always put the lives of himself and his companions first. He didn't need much money, so he wasn't that interested in money at all.
“I don’t care about the money, but the people I want to kill are not only Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan, but also Dato and his remaining thirty-odd henchmen.”
Let them go and kill them, but have you thought about it? Even if Dato succeeds, and even if he kills Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan, we'll have to go back to China as soon as the game ends.
Once we leave, given Dato's insatiable nature, do you think he'll let these Baija women go?
So I thought... instead of just helping them, I should go all the way and slaughter them all at once, giving the Baijia tribe some peace and quiet.
Upon hearing this, Liu Sisi seemed to have thought of something and was about to speak... but was interrupted by Ye Feng.
"I know, you're thinking... why don't we wait until he helps us kill Bai Ying and the other man before we kill him, right?"
Liu Sisi nodded repeatedly...
“I’ve thought about this for a while now.” As he spoke, Ye Feng raised his hand and tapped the screen of his watch.
"There's a rule in the rules that I don't know if you've seen: you can kill in any way during the game, but you must stop once the game ends, or you'll be eliminated."
I don't need to explain what "elimination" means, right?
Furthermore, I learned from Dato that he had come from the edge of the jungle dozens of kilometers away, and had encountered Chou Chou before, even disarming him.
Who knows what their relationship is with these natives? Anyway, that old man is never trustworthy. We've already made it to this final hurdle, so we'd better follow the rules.
"Damn it!" Fu Changxiong and Zhan Pengwu cursed in unison as soon as Ye Feng finished speaking.
"Why is this old wall lamp like this? It's completely unreliable!"
"Hey bro... what if he doesn't give us the bonus and instead shoots us with a gun?"
Ye Feng shook his head blankly. He used to not believe that the production team would be so shameless.
Keep in mind that this is a program active on the internet in 2060. Losing credibility is tantamount to courting death.
However, he was now somewhat wavering. He had spoken with Makuko before the battle royale began.
This is the last game; it's over after this...
If it really was Makuko who invited them, then things will probably never end.
"I don't know, but I have to ask him what he means now."
After saying that, Ye Feng stormed back into the house, and his companions quickly followed him inside.
As soon as he sat down, Ye Feng took a deep breath and shouted at his watch, "Marco! Ugly! Get out here! What the hell do you mean by this?"
I won't say anything about you playing me for a fool time and time again, since I've already sold myself to you. But do you think you can take me for granted? Huh!?
After the 100-player challenge, they had a battle royale, and now they're bringing in so many indigenous people.
After we deal with them, do we need to build an army?
If you really don't want to pay, then you might as well not bother making any shows at all, and just kill us with poison needles right now.
A multi-billionaire boss just keeps picking on us ordinary folks.
I'm fucking idiot! Get out here! I know you're watching! Fuck me!
Seeing Ye Feng's hysterical outburst of anger, Liu Sisi and the others were stunned.
They've followed Ye Feng for so long, and they've rarely seen him lose control of his emotions like this.
Liu Sisi tried to remind them several times, but they were ignored.
Actually, Ye Feng can't be blamed for this. Being smart doesn't mean you don't have a temper. He had wanted to say these things back when Markuko announced the rules of Battle Royale last time.
I've persevered to this day, overcoming one obstacle after another, all for that little bit of money to go back and save my grandma.
If Markuko truly didn't want the prize money, then his death was only a matter of time.
If that's the case, then before hope is dashed, it's better to vent all the grievances in your heart.
At least when it comes to swearing, no one can match the vocabulary of Chinese people, even when using English.
After sending out a batch of traditional Chinese cultural artifacts, and seeing that the watch screen remained unchanged, Ye Feng was certain that he had guessed correctly.
The production team is deliberately cheating. They know they won't survive regardless of whether they win or lose the game, which is why Ugly and Makuko are afraid to come out and face them. They're clearly guilty.
Thinking of this, in despair, he once again launched a barrage of traditional Chinese cultural elements.
And he even got his companions to join in...
"You guys join in the cursing! You have to curse!"
When they learned that the production team might cheat, the other members started to get restless...
Fu Changxiong was the most excited; his daughter was his weakness and his only hope for survival.
If I really can't go back alive, I can only indulge in some verbal sparring before I die.
In an instant, the room was filled with curses, regardless of whether the other party could understand them or not; everyone was just venting their anger.
Mandarin, English, Northeastern dialect, Henan dialect, Cantonese... all sorts of vulgarities mingled together in the room...
Some Baija tribesmen were attracted by the sound. Although they couldn't understand it at all, they still curiously gathered around the door to listen, and soon a large crowd had gathered.
Chief Krati, seeing their strange behavior, couldn't figure out what they were doing, but not wanting to disturb them, he could only quickly send someone to call Salra over.
Salla, who had just washed her face, frowned as she squeezed into the crowd.
I listened intently for a long time but still couldn't make heads or tails of it.
"Salara, what are the adults doing? Why are their faces all red? Are they chanting a spell?"
Salra shook her head... "It sounds like there's English in it, but the other adults are too loud, I can't hear them."
"Then why don't you go and ask around, see if they need our help?" Tatis nudged her.
Salra had no choice but to cautiously approach Ye Feng, who was still transmitting audio, and tentatively ask:
"Sir, what you're doing..."
At this moment, Ye Feng's face was red and his neck was thick, and he waved his hand impatiently...
"Get out of the way! We're praying for the Baija tribe, don't disturb us!"
"Oh! Okay!" Seeing Ye Feng's unfriendly tone, Salla assumed this would be a lot of trouble and quickly ran out.
After explaining to the high priest and chieftain, they immediately addressed the crowd:
"The adults are praying for our Baijia tribe, so please disperse quickly and don't disturb them!"
Upon hearing this, the group immediately scattered, leaving only Salra and Lia to guard the door.
After the so-called "blessing" ceremony lasted for about 3 minutes, Ye Feng's watch screen finally lit up with a red light.
"Alright, alright, stop cursing!" Ugly's voice came first from the watch, and then his clown face appeared on the screen.
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