Chen Zhou had endured a whole night, fatigue welling up inside him, both mentally and physically exhausted, he no longer wished to deal with this cunning fellow.
The "stick figure communication method" was indeed too inefficient.
The intelligence he needed was mostly obtained from the natives; the details the Spaniards could provide were merely icing on the cake.
Seeing his pitiful appearance when pleading with snot and tears, it was clear this guy was not a mere bag of bones.
Chen Zhou did not want to continue spending energy in a cat-and-mouse game with the brown-haired fellow, nor did he wish to imprison him and slowly extract the remaining value—
There were too few people on the island, watching this guy would require more effort than keeping an eye on the natives, considering the "brown-haired guy" was far more cunning than the natives.
He had already made up his mind—
After waking up, select a flat piece of land close to the woodland by the farmland and set up a gallows.
