Chapter 448 - 148: [Revenge] (7200)_2
Chen Yan didn’t speak and began eating by himself.
Wooden Bowl was staring at Chen Yan with a complex expression, seemingly lost in thought.
It wasn’t until Chen Yan finished his meal that Wooden Bowl seemed to suddenly realize something.
"You... you came back for revenge!?"
"You let me off once, I survived last time because of you. Because of this, I really don’t want to kill you!
So, please cooperate, don’t make any noise, alright? Otherwise, if I’m left with no choice, I might just..."
Chen Yan held a knife, speaking seriously to Wooden Bowl.
Wooden Bowl fell silent, only looking at Chen Yan with complex eyes.
Chen Yan knew he had intimidated Wooden Bowl.
He stopped paying attention to Wooden Bowl and instead started organizing his belongings.
Gasoline, explosives, firearms, and bullets. Finally, he also checked over his cold weather gear.
Wooden Bowl blinked as she watched Chen Yan, observing carefully. Even though she didn’t recognize any of the equipment or items Chen Yan had, she instinctively sensed a trace of danger.
After a long silence, Wooden Bowl suddenly whispered again: "You came back for revenge!"
This time it wasn’t a question, but a very certain statement.
Chen Yan didn’t say anything, rummaging through his bag until he pulled out something—a muzzle.
This was meant for a dog, bought by Chen Yan from an online pet store.
He put it on Wooden Bowl, tightened it around the back of her head, leaving her able to make only "ah ah ah" sounds, unable to speak.
Chen Yan then checked the strange tree branches binding Wooden Bowl’s hands and feet, adding a few more reinforcements.
After completing this, Chen Yan glanced at Wooden Bowl a couple of times before ignoring her complex gaze and turning back into his sleeping bag.
Revenge is a very exhausting affair, and Chen Yan needed to gather enough energy before making a move.
Soon, Chen Yan entered a meditative state.
He rested for a full six hours, and when he got up and crawled out of his sleeping bag, he found Wooden Bowl had already fallen asleep.
This female slave probably had too miserable of a time these past few days, both physically and mentally, her condition was very poor. After being captured by Chen Yan, this cave was slightly warmer than the outside, and last night Chen Yan had fed her some food.
The torment of days of exhaustion and thirst made this simple-minded creature actually fall asleep.
Chen Yan squatted beside Wooden Bowl watching her for a while, then brought over the three large backpacks he had carried, slung one over his back, held one in each hand, and left the cave.
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On the western hillside of the Fierce Beast Race’s village, Chen Yan found the tree he had scouted during his last visit.
He had also checked around carefully, finding no traces—over the last few days, it seemed the village monsters hadn’t come here.
Cautiously, Chen Yan climbed the tree and used ropes to hoist the three backpacks up.
He took out an energy bar, tore it open, leaned against a tree branch, and bit into it, chewing and swallowing in big mouthfuls.
In his other hand, he held binoculars, observing the village.
At the edge of the forest, human slaves were chopping wood, everything seeming quite normal.
Occasionally, monsters from the village would lead Hunting Beasts through the woods, but they didn’t approach the area where he was hiding.
Chen Yan’s face was indifferent, his eyes carrying a trace of coldness and detachment.
After watching for a while, Chen Yan suddenly raised an eyebrow.
Among the mist, there was a vague flow of air, and as Chen Yan sniffed the air, the damp, chilling air seemed to carry an unusual scent.
Indeed, moments later, Chen Yan extended his hand.
"It’s snowing..."
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Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, at first sparse, but within half an hour, they became increasingly dense, accompanied by a gradually strengthening wind.
A snowstorm was coming!
In the village, and on the forest, a layer of white slowly covered. At the forest’s edge, slaves shivered in the cold but had to gather their strength to continue chopping wood under the supervisors’ waving whips.
Yet the snow grew heavier... even the supervisor monsters found the cold wind and snow unbearable, ceasing their patrolling and finding places sheltered from the wind to hide.
Finally, the sound of a horn came from the village, granting the supervisor monsters relief. They ran from their windbreaks, shouting energetically, raising their whips to drive the slaves out of the woods and back to the village.
Chen Yan calculated the time; the snowstorm’s arrival reduced the wood-cutting labor, which should have lasted a full day, by half.
But the hardships faced by the human slaves wouldn’t lessen just because they worked fewer hours.
Back in the village, as the cold blizzard hit, the monsters hid inside their wooden houses, and only a few slaves could find shelter in wood sheds or huddle with livestock for warmth...
More human slaves, though, were like cattle, chained and left at the doorsteps of the Slave Masters’ wooden houses, shivering and huddled together in the wind and snow.
This snow would probably freeze quite a number of human slaves to death...
Chen Yan’s brow furrowed tightly.
This snow introduced some uncontrollable variables to his plan for revenge.
During the infiltration, the snow on the ground would slow his movements and easily cause noise, risking alerting the monsters.
Especially for the post-attack retreat plan—the snow on the ground would slow his escape, leaving tracks in the snow, which might lead to unexpected pursuits beyond his planning.