"You really can laugh."
The clan leader obviously didn't expect that Fan Wei could still laugh in such a certain death situation.
He immediately thought that this guy must have been frightened, so he couldn't help but sneered, " Return the sacred object to us, and I can spare your life, but you must stay on this island and live with us.
Don't worry, I will choose a wife for you, let you have children, and become a member of my tribe. .
Do you want this to be your last chance?”
"Thank you, patriarch, for your kindness.
I think of course I will stay on this island often."
Fan Wei is certainly right.
This island legally belongs to him, and he will not stay on this island.
Every tree and animal here belongs to Fan Wei.
Of course, according to theory and law, these indigenous residents also belong to Fan Wei.
"That would be great.
You are welcome to join my tribe.
Now, please return the sacred object to me."
The clan leader thought that Fan Wei had agreed to his conditions, so he reached out to take back the sacred object.
"Patriarch, I haven't finished speaking yet."
Fan Wei chuckled, "I will stay on this island, but the premise is that this sacred object, including you, and even everything on this island belongs to me.
I am the worthy master of this island, so this sacred object naturally belongs to me, and you have no right to take it away."
"What did you say?"
The patriarch seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.
He couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you dreaming?"
"Maybe."
Fan Wei curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders and said casually, "Who dares to say that he is not dreaming?
Only with dreams can there be reality, right?"
Seeing Fan Wei's casual look, the clan leader realized that he really didn't seem to be joking.
He frowned and said with a cold face, "Don't toast me and eat as fine.
I saw a river of blood here and I don't want any more killings." , but if you still don’t understand the current affairs, then don’t blame me for taking action.
I will give you one last chance.
Are you willing to return the sacred objects to our clan?"
"This is not a bullshit holy object at all.
It's just an energy module, the core that provides power for heavy machinery products.
What kind of treasure do you people think of it?
Apart from the powerful energy contained in it, this thing has no use for you at all.
It has no effect.
You can only watch it emit blue light all year round.
But I can make it truly useful.
Do you think it should be returned to you or given to me?"
Fan Wei said seriously to the patriarch, "Chief, I can give you a sum of money to allow you and your tribe to leave this place.
Island, live on other islands.
With money, you can live more comfortably.
Just give this sacred thing to me."
"Give it to you, what you think is quite beautiful.
Do you think this is possible?"
the patriarch said with obvious impatience, "I don't care what this sacred object is, it was a sacred object when my ancestors gave it to me.
"Here, it's still a sacred object.
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Since you are so stubborn, don't blame us for being rude.
Come here and get the sacred object back for me.
Since he wants to die, then give him a ride."
The indigenous warriors shouted loudly.
The bloody scene just now had made them red-eyed.
They were almost merciless towards Fan Wei, and they raised their knives to attack Fan Wei fiercely and mercilessly.
Chu Shulin glanced at him.
He didn't know whether Bald Tou and the others were here.
He could only bite the bullet and quickly dodge the diagonal slashes of several soldiers with their swords, and then kept retreating.
But at this time, he had no way to retreat, because these indigenous warriors had surrounded him, so after taking a few steps back, Fan Wei had to face the cold light of the broadsword coming towards him from behind.
The space for him to move gradually began to shrink.
When the indigenous warriors who surrounded him saw how powerful he was, they were smart not to confront him head-on.
Instead, they pressed forward step by step, trying to force him down.
There's no room for movement anymore, let's make another killing move Of course, their wishful thinking was good.
Fan Wei is very skilled and is undoubtedly a martial arts master.
However, what martial arts masters fear the most is the airtight iron barrel array, which limits his movement space.
Very restrictive.
Moreover, these people in front of him are all strong and excellent warriors who have been trained to fight in the jungle, so Fan Wei will inevitably start to be at a disadvantage in the confrontation.
However, if he was to deal with these warriors with sharp swords with his bare hands, he might suffer big losses if he was not careful.
"You still won't let go when you're about to die?
Well, let's see how long you can last."
The patriarch snorted heavily.
Just when he was about to continue speaking, he suddenly felt something cold on the back of his head.
Something was holding me back, and I couldn't help but turn around in surprise.
"Don't move unless you want me to put this bullet into your head and make you flow."
Behind him, a cold man's voice suddenly sounded, but this sentence was a bit lame and inappropriate.
Skilled, with a strong oriental accent.
It was only then that the patriarch clearly realized that what was pressed against the back of his head should be the muzzle of a gun.
His body suddenly stiffened, and he said without even daring to look back, "You, who are you?"
"You don't care who asked me to tell you, stop all of them or I'll be sorry."
The man behind him spoke again, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
The clan leader gritted his teeth and then shouted to the men who were fighting in front of him, "Stop, stop everyone."
The clan leader's shout made the subordinates turn around in confusion, and only then did they realize that their clan leader was having the muzzle of a submachine gun pressed against his head, and he was standing beside him.
Behind him is a bald soldier wearing a camouflage uniform.
This soldier is none other than the bald commander of the Dragon Thorn Force.
Fan Wei could finally breathe a sigh of relief at this time.
When he saw the bald head standing behind Zhang, he already knew that today's random struggle had finally come to an end.
The oriole had arrived.
No matter whether these natives were mantises or...
Cicada can no longer make any waves.
Just when the natives were at a loss, and when Fan Wei was about to relax, suddenly an indigenous warrior behind him roared and rushed towards him.
This man seemed to want to take advantage of Fan Wei's not paying attention.
It was time to subdue him.
After all, his clan leader had fallen into the hands of a stranger.
In his opinion, the only way to save the clan leader was to hold Fan Wei hostage.
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Not to mention, although Fan Wei reacted, his speed was still obviously a little slower.
After all, he didn't expect that these indigenous warriors would threaten him regardless of the danger of their clan leader.
Although they dodged very quickly, he was not sure whether they could avoid the indigenous people's vigorous blow.
"Bang" Just when Fan Wei was hesitating whether to use the most embarrassing method of rolling to the ground to escape this disaster, there was a gunshot in the woods not far away, and almost at the same time, a bloodshot appeared on the forehead of the indigenous warrior.
The hole bullet burst out from the back of his head, leaving a bloody stain: