A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1739 - 387: Survival of the Fittest, Telepathy (Second Update)_2

The Muna leader was startled by this person’s aura, emanating mystery. His top general was easily subdued, forcing him to be cautious.

"You are too arrogant."

"Arrogance is because I have the credentials."

With these words, he glanced at the opponent. The icy and profound gaze caused the Muna leader’s heart to tighten.

Weighing the pros and cons, he waved his hand: "Retreat."

A crowd departed like a tide.

Chief Hasan strode over to express his gratitude to Yun Miao, the entire tribe knelt on the ground. Mo Sang knelt at the foremost, smiling: "Thank you for saving our tribe. From now on, you are our guardian deity. Please accept our worship."

Yun Miao frowned slightly and said casually: "You don’t have to."

"Benefactor, can you stay? I am willing to marry my daughter to you, just wishing you can continue to protect our homeland..." As Hasan finished speaking, Mo Sang bashfully lowered her head, the people behind her started to cheer. Mo Sang was the most beautiful girl in their tribe, and the chief’s daughter with a noble status; only such a hero matched Mo Sang.

Ah Fu coughed, looking at the two standing together, one glowing white, the other oily black, such pair was indeed unimaginable...

Dylan sneered lightly, using just one woman, and one not fitting the public’s aesthetics, to delude Zues to stay; this chief was overly hopeful.

Mo Sang was not even fit to shine Zues’ shoes.

Yun Miao waved gently, silencing the cheering crowd immediately. Strangely, this man had a powerful charisma; a casual glance or slight gesture naturally garnered trust, suggesting he was born to stand high and receive worship from the world, unlike any feelings they’ve had for the chief.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I have important matters and cannot linger here for long."

Following Yun Miao’s words, disappointed murmurs rose from below, especially Mo Sang, whose eyes began to glisten, gazing at his figure with yearning.

"I know you often face harassment from the Muna tribe. To prevent future troubles, I have a plan that can free you from the Muna tribe’s attacks."

Chief Hasan’s eyes shone brightly.

Yun Miao inquired thoroughly about the Muna tribe, situated on the other side of the island, governing alongside the Hasan tribe. Both tribes drank from a freshwater lake, often clashing over water resources. The Muna tribe was naturally belligerent, fierce, causing frequent losses for the Hasan tribe, yet always maintaining superficial peace. Recently, the tribes clashed again over water resources, injuring two of Hasan’s people. Everything subsided under Chief Hasan’s appeasement, but the Muna tribe had ambitions, seeking to annex the Hasan tribe and rule the entire island. Hence, the sneak attack last night; unexpectedly, encountering Yun Miao, they fled embarrassed.

"In that case, let’s catch them from the inside."

War is inevitable in development; the weak will be devoured by the strong; survival of the fittest applies universally. Without his arrival, the Hasan tribe might have been annihilated the night before, yet his presence brought hope to the Hasan tribe.

Both tribes maintained a delicate balance coexisting on the island. Once broken, like dominoes, everything will spiral uncontrollably.

Whether the weak are devoured or the strong continue strengthening.

Time is the witness of all.

Yun Miao taught them to make weapons, strategies. Among them, Baru learned most seriously, now he admired Yun Miao deeply.

"Alright, remember what I told you, tonight we act. Check your equipment again, ensure perfection."

Baru, as the leader of several squads directly under Yun Miao’s command, replied respectfully: "Yes."

The room quieted down; the mud house was especially hot, akin to sitting in a firepit, especially now in scorching summer, the room was like a steamer. Yun Miao sat on a grass mat, showing no signs of sweating, cool as a breeze over the lake surface.

Dylan entered, instinctively wiping the sweat from his forehead, seeing the boy still calmly seated, wondering how he controlled himself from sweating. This godforsaken place was indeed terribly hot.

"Inner peace keeps you cool." Yun Miao, seeming to sense his thoughts, glanced at him casually.

Dylan coughed, unable to comprehend such profundity.

"We must leave quickly, staying here is unwise; I fear those people will come soon."

Yun Miao drank some water to moisten his throat, smiling upon hearing: "Pack up, tonight we set off."

"What about the Muna tribe...."

"I’ve given them the idea; whether they seize the opportunity is up to their fortune. As the saying goes, a master opens the door, but cultivation depends on oneself."

Dylan found the boy increasingly inscrutable, looking up at him, yet seeing his lashes cast a pale shadow under his eyelids, appearing more mystically distant.

Suddenly, the boy frowned, fingers clutching his heart tightly, jaws clenching, seemingly suppressing great pain.

Dylan was shocked, rushing to his side, worriedly asked: "What happened to you?"

The boy’s slender fingers tightly gripped his arm, as if wanting to wrench a piece of meat off.

"Sis... sister...."

His heart filled with immense fear, for the first time sensing his sister’s presence; the sorrowful and desperate emotions engulfed him like a tide.