Chapter 385 - 167: New Workforce (Part 2)
The spot where he landed on the island, where the mysterious reward was collected, had almost no defensive structures like watchtowers or traps.
Not only that, due to the long-term transport of building materials or delivered rewards from the beach depot to the mountain, a clear path had formed from the bottom to the top of the mountain.
As long as the Indigenous Warriors continued walking up along the camp and their eyesight was normal, they would quickly guess that someone lived on the island upon seeing the path.
In other words, during the time Sunday returned to the cave to report, the clever Indigenous Warriors might have already started following the path.
This potential threat was his greatest worry.
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Fortunately, Chen Zhou was very familiar with the terrain of this forest. Realizing a possible encounter with the Indigenous Warriors, he immediately led Saturday and Sunday off the smooth path, opting instead to move through the dense forest.
The rifle in his hand was already loaded.
After traveling a certain distance, when nearing a high point in the forest, Chen Zhou raised the telescope to observe below and hoped to spot the enemy in advance.
But the Indigenous Warriors seemed to be still playing with his fishing rod, showing little interest in the affairs on the mountain.
Progressing cautiously a while then observing, he went all the way down to the camp near the bottom of the mountain, yet Chen Zhou didn’t spot any sign of the Indigenous Warriors, let alone the hat-wearing "civilized man."
He didn’t know if he should be glad that the Indigenous Warriors’ curiosity wasn’t strong enough or regret not having any fool test the power of his gun.
Stopping about 500 meters above the forest, he chose a high point with a wide view.
Raising the telescope, Chen Zhou began observing the Indigenous Warriors around the large wooden house that Sunday mentioned.
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His sight, through the monocular of the telescope, drifted beyond the thick tree branches to the side of the wooden house.
Just as Sunday said, there were several Indigenous Warriors standing outside the wooden house, some holding fishing rods, others with fish guards, and someone holding an umbrella’s stainless steel handle, looking like they’d just finished playing.
Though they weren’t fighting with the fishing rods and other items, they clearly knew these were rare objects.
They clutched them tightly in their hands, communicating with their comrades cautiously, as if afraid someone else would snatch their precious treasures.
Moving his gaze from the items in the Indigenous Warriors’ hands, the telescope slightly shifted, and Chen Zhou’s eyes focused as he saw the clothed person Sunday mentioned.
His status was evidently above the many Indigenous Warriors, currently standing at the wooden house’s entrance, head raised, hands on his hips, assessing the entire wooden house.
Perhaps because the hat was too stifling, he had already taken it off, revealing a head of brown curly hair,
Too far away to see his specific features, it was only visible that he wore a grey coat with a 17th-century style, black boots, and seemed to have a Thrusting Sword or Long Saber hanging at his waist.
Although unable to see his expression from afar, Chen Zhou could guess his thoughts—
"He must be wondering why there would be a man-made structure on the island.
Moreover, what confounded him should not only be this wooden house, as the things found from within might bewilder not just the Indigenous Warriors.
Even he, an educated ’civilized man,’ probably couldn’t figure out what materials those things were made from and what they were for."
"But guessing this man’s current thoughts is easy; figuring out why he brought the Indigenous Warriors to the island really stumps me...
I don’t understand these people’s babble, so even if I capture him alive, it might be hard to figure out his purpose."
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Taking advantage of the good visibility, Chen Zhou scanned the brown-haired man from top to bottom.
In the end, he confirmed that this person didn’t carry firearms, his only weapon being the Cold Weapons at his waist.
This discovery made Chen Zhou breathe a sigh of relief—
With a gun in hand, Cold Weapons, especially such melee weapons, could not possibly harm him.
Even if he lay on the mountain with a broken leg, he could kill the brown-haired man before he got close.
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"Oh, so you didn’t bring a gun, well, then that’s much easier!
I love dealing with soft targets like you the most."
Knowing that the opponent couldn’t harm him, Chen Zhou immediately felt confident and continued leading the two Indigenous Warriors further down the mountain.
Along the way, he stopped several times to seriously count the number of Indigenous Warriors.
This group of Indigenous Warriors landing on the island wasn’t large; including the special brown-haired man, there were only 15 people in total.
Moreover, these 15 people had willingly dispersed, with 10 gathering on the beach and only 5 staying beside the wooden house, conveniently providing him a chance to take them down one by one.
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The two Indigenous youth had already been trained into trustworthy subordinates, and there was a labor shortage on the island.
Upon seeing this group of Indigenous Warriors, Chen Zhou seemed to see a herd of moving livestock and wished to capture them all to help with his work.
But the total number of Indigenous Warriors was still too high; if all captured, Saturday and Sunday might not manage them well without his presence.
Therefore, it was best to screen them in advance, keeping those with average physical fitness, amiable faces, and seemingly easy to manage; the rest could be killed directly.
Chen Zhou reckoned that Saturday and Sunday could each manage up to three people, and he could help tame an additional one or two.
This meant selecting eight suitable targets from the Indigenous Warriors and then eliminating the rest.
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With a plan in mind, Chen Zhou didn’t hide it and brought the two Indigenous Warriors to a secluded spot, explaining his plan in detail to them.