Not only that, after spitting his phlegm, the old fogey even gazed at Sheyan with a complacent expression. What can you do to me? Chase me away! This brother wishes for nothing more.
Facing old Mourbo's provocation, Sheyan calmly replied.
"Since that's the case, then I have nothing more to say."
After speaking, he tossed the 'Pandora soul crystal', the na'vi secret medicine and other treasures he acquired from Mourbo to old Mourbo, as though he was tossing away a huge pile of rubbish. Old Mourbo was overjoyed at this turn of events. Yet when he saw those treasures casually tossed to the ground, his heart ached to the point of shivering. After keeping those treasures properly, he sneered.
"It's best if you don't want them."
Yet at this moment, Sheyan had already retreated back into the zergling horde. Then, he commanded the incomparably vast zergling horde to gallop towards the east. For some unknown reason, an indescribable sense of dread suddenly welled up in old Mourbo's heart. He suddenly realized something, as he hastily roared out.
"Oi! The Mosake clan is obviously in the west, why are you heading east? "
At this moment, Brother Black who had been guarding the side replied with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"He's going to collect a debt."
Old Mourbo was flabbergasted.
"Collect what debt?"
Brother Black fished out a toothpick, as he lazily picked at the gaps between his teeth.
"Boss returned all your things to you, didn't he?"
Old Mourbo instantly felt those treasures in his bosom heating up like glowing red coals, and even felt a scalding sensation on his skin. Then, he nodded his head numbly.
Brother Black spread out his hands and bluntly replied.
"Then that's it. Since our transaction has been canceled, then boss naturally wants to retrieve his investment in the Takji clan. That doesn't include those Mosake clan captives."
"That's right!" Unknowingly, Jinkuang had leapt out from behind Mogensha. His hand was holding onto a tattered old fashioned calculator, as he clicked away on it for half a day before nimbly announcing.
"A total of 179 captives, 84 tons of meat, 117 furs, 62 bottles of alcohol, 8 plastic bags, and 2 toothbrushes. Of course, the compensation for psychological damage, the compensation for the loss of youth, personal income tax, and so on will be calculated separately, because it's a little complicated to calculate at the moment."
Old Mourbo's facial muscles contorted incessantly, as he couldn't help but roar out.
"How could there be so many?"
Mogensha glanced at him and said coldly,
"Oh great priest, you really owe us so many things. Oh right, Mr Jinkuang, you forgot to calculate one thing."
Jinkuang was stunned, then he screamed.
"How could that be? How could I have miscalculated!! For me, I would never make such a bizarre and childish mistake! "
Mogensha stared maliciously at old Mourbo.
"That old thing's son was a useless cripple before he met us! Then, there are still two legs! "
Jinkuang held his face as he screamed exaggeratedly.
"My friend, how can I take back a leg that has already grown on my body?"
Mogensha said coldly.
"What method did you use to deal with the drumsticks? Of course, it's chopping them off. Boss said, there's no need to reason with those fools who burn the bridge after crossing the river. If they dare to return less than a jin of meat, I'll slice off 2 jin of meat from the Takji clansmen as compensation! "
Listening to the conversation between the unscrupulous duo, an ominous glint flashed across old Mourbo's eyes. The naked pure black Mountain Banshee could also sense its master's emotions, as it flapped its wings and roared with matchless fury! Such a feeling was like a lofty mountain range that could collapse at any moment. Naturally, this old man had already unleashed his killing intent.
Instead, Mogensha pursed his lips forcefully, as he strode forward with large steps. Grabbing the barrel of his golden AK, he swung the rifle butt viciously against old Mourbo's face! Mogensha's ferocious strength caused old Mourbo's nose to bleed, as he saw stars in front of his eyes!
Old Mourbo hadn't anticipated such a preposterous situation. Momentarily, he felt the blood in his entire body gushing up to his face, as he roared wildly and prepared to retaliate. Instead, Mogensha spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground, as his eyes brimmed with disdain and contempt.
"Old thing, I think you've been blinded by greed, and have forgotten the most fundamental thing. How do you compare to Cherokee? How does the Takji clan compare to the Mosake clan? Currently, they've been beaten by us like dogs, hiding in the Windstone Highland with their tails tucked between their legs, not daring to come out! Even that bullshit Mother Nature Eywa of yours can't do anything to us. You still dare to play the trick of burning the bridge after crossing the river? "
Speaking till here, Brother Black continued to lightly slap old Mourbo's face with his rifle butt.
"Let me tell you, if you dare to touch a single strand of my hair (Brother Black is bald …..), a member of the Takji clan will die! If I shed a single drop of blood, then the blood of every member of the Takji clan will be drained dry! "
Old Mourbo's hand that was pressing against his half-naked beast bone dagger instantly stiffened. His complexion abruptly turned miserable, as his mind blanked out, while his entire body trembled violently. Even though Mogensha could very possibly be disposed of by the combined assault of him and his mighty wyvern, even though Mogensha's rifle butt was still humiliatingly slapping his face, he couldn't make a single move; he didn't dare to make a single move!!!
Mogensha appeared to be rather satisfied with the reaction of this wily old fox. After a brief pause, he continued.
"Before boss left, he mentioned that he's only going to feign a commotion, to see if the external pressure would be able to lure the Mosake clansmen out. However, if he doesn't obtain first-hand news from the Mosake clan within 20 minutes, then this feign commotion would truly become a debt collection operation against the Takji clan. "
Old Mourbo shut his eyes in a flash, before his aggrieved expression gradually turned stupefied. Following that, he actually knelt down to the ground, as he crouched down amidst the dust and rubbed the back of Mogensha's shoe. Then, he used an emotionless tone to proclaim.
"You'll soon obtain what you desire, my master."
After speaking, old Mourbo once again handed over the items he had previously retrieved. Following that, he leapt onto his beloved Mountain Banshee, before flapping his wings and soaring away. This time, old Mourbo spent roughly 10 minutes before returning. Instead, he directly slumped onto the ground and fainted upon landing on his Mountain Banshee.
One could observe an exceedingly horrifying wound on old Mourbo's thigh, as though he had been scratched by the claws of some gigantic beast. A long strip of flesh was forcefully ripped off, as fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.
His mount was also flapping its wings non-stop and whining miserably. At least three or four arrows had pierced deeply into its body. If not for that black Mountain Banshee's massive physique and valiant strength, those few arrows would've been sufficient to claim its life!
Although the Mosake clan didn't possess the ability to fly in the air, their aerial prowess was exceedingly formidable, and absolutely couldn't be underestimated!
Witnessing such a scene, Mogensha's brows furrowed. At this moment, Sheyan had hurried back, and noticed that old Mourbo had truly risked his life this time. Thus, he didn't urge him. Fortunately, the medical standards of humans were far superior to the na 'vi. Very quickly, old Mourbo's wounds were treated and bandaged. This old thing's prowess was exceedingly valiant, and he regained consciousness after a short while. Still struggling to kneel down and lick Sheyan's foot, he then narrated in full detail.
"I reckon the Mosake clan can still hold on for a long time. Although they don't have any rations left, they've already started slaughtering their injured clansmen and tamed wild beasts for food."
When Reef heard such news, he couldn't help but ask.
"Isn't Cherokee afraid of inciting internal strife?"
Old Mourbo stupidly replied.
"Everyone will transfer their enmity onto us. Because of the flesh and blood of their clansmen, they will become even more united … … .however, this is what the previous Chieftain told me. My eyes and ears can still hear sounds of resistance and weeping."
Sheyan nodded, and remained silent for a brief moment. Then, he turned and left.
*****
Night descended once again.
Sheyan and the rest resided within the dense forest beside the Windstone Highland. Arachnid Overlords densely covered the skies 24/7. These indefatigable creatures were the best sentinels and eyes. Even a bird wouldn't be able to escape from them. Hence, Sheyan and the rest boldly set up camp within the dense forest, and didn't deploy any guards.
The Takji clansmen had always lived and thrived within the dense forest. Thus, they casually pulled out some unremarkable vegetation and covered it over their bonfires, allowing the faint white smoke to diffuse into the air. Those vexing blood-sucking arachnids instantly vanished without a trace. With the addition of the Takji clansmen, it became much more convenient for Sheyan and the rest. After squeezing into their tents and sleeping bags, they quickly fell asleep. Because they knew that sooner or later, there would be an exceedingly arduous battle ahead. Hence, everyone was conserving their energy, and trying their best to rest properly. They wanted to be in their best condition to welcome that bitter battle.
Nevertheless, Sheyan couldn't sleep that night. He had been constantly pondering over the issue of the Mosake clan. Because they had previously invaded the Mosake clan's city, Sheyan was exceedingly familiar with the terrain that was easy to defend but hard to attack. Therefore, if Cherokee had steeled his heart to treat his clansmen as rations, then it would truly be a thorny problem. Utilizing zerglings to storm in, they might not necessarily succeed. Moreover, the duration of their stay in this world was exceedingly limited.
Pandora's nighttime wasn't dark at all. Instead, due to the abundance of glowing vegetation, it possessed a hazy beauty. Nevertheless, Sheyan knew that if he were to encounter any difficulties, unless absolutely necessary, he shouldn't reveal it to his comrades. Otherwise, not only would it affect his authority, it would also cause internal turmoil within his party. (To be continued.) If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes to * * (qidian.com). Your support, is my greatest motivation.)
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