Chapter 162
The rebel leader said, "You must have explosives or grenades on you, right? They’re afraid of those. If you blow up a couple, they’ll scatter."
Alexander replied, "I don’t trust you. First, tell me where the safe is, then I’ll consider saving you." As he spoke, he surveyed the surroundings. There were 17 cannibals in total. His AK-47 had 12 bullets, the Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol had 2, plus a knife and the "Guardian," which should be enough to fight back.
The rebel leader shouted, "No, you have to save me first, then I’ll tell you..." But they both underestimated one thing. One of the cannibals understood Maiselish. The elaborately dressed tribal leader laughed, speaking clumsily in Maiselish, "You outsiders really like to..."
Alexander and the rebel leader both felt a sinking sensation in their hearts, realizing things had gotten complicated. The tribal leader pointed at Alexander, saying in Maiselish, "Raise your hands and throw over your backpack. No funny business, or we’ll kill you right now."
Alexander raised his hands, bent down to grab his backpack, and tossed it to the tribal leader. Upon receiving the backpack, the tribal leader rummaged through it, frowning. "Why is it empty?"
Alexander replied, "I’m very wealthy. If you let me go, I can give you everything you want."
"This is our territory. Outsiders must not come here," the tribal leader declared. "According to our tribe’s rules, if an outsider enters, they must be eaten, or else we’ll face divine punishment." He then ordered, "Capture him."
Several cannibals sheathed their bows and spears and approached Alexander. As they closed in, blocking his escape, Alexander suddenly shouted in Mandarin, "Guardian, attack the ones surrounding me."
"Understood!" The "Guardian" sprang into action, shooting out several tranquilizer darts at the encircling cannibals. Several fell to the ground. Alexander swiftly rolled to the side, retrieving his AK-47 from behind the rock, and opened fire on the remaining cannibals. He hit nearly every shot, a marksman at heart. However, his injured fingers and wounds affected his accuracy. He didn’t strike any fatal blows, merely injuring a few.