Silence!
Inside the thatched cottage was completely silent,
Yang Xiao glanced at Ah Rui, only to be met with her angry stare in return.
Then, Ah Rui furiously glared at the Tribal Chief.
The Tribal Chief's lips curled into a slight smile,
No,
It was a smug, sinister smirk.
This little bastard Yang Xiao, no matter how cunning, couldn't escape from the palm of my hand!
Yang Xiao now realized that he may have dug a hole for himself.
Everything else is manageable, but trust is a tricky matter.
Yang Xiao talked a good game, and the Tribal Chief was excited too, but the key issue was, where was the trust?
Where could the trust necessary for the two parties to collaborate come from?
How could the Tribal Chief possibly entrust the life and death of the entire tribe to Yang Xiao so casually?
Don't forget, the Tribal Chief has lived for over a hundred years; what kind of big storm hasn't he seen before?
