The burning white phosphorus ignited everything and left only the mournful wailing of the dead in the fire.
A total of eight clusters of white phosphorous munitions were fired down and turned the radius of a mile into scorched earth. The chiefs, warriors, men, women, old people, children, antelopes… and all traces of their existence were erased.
Manakala stood there, his eyes widened, and his two-meter-high body trembled along with his lips. Whether it was the prayer he recited in his mouth, or the plea he mumbled, or the fear he felt, it was so minuscule compared to the flame that burned everything.
The representative of Water Lizard, Tululu, sat next to Manakala. They maintained a good relationship. And the brawny black man in a leopard coat originally stared at Feng Yuan like a delicious prey, but now, that looked changed into the way someone looked at a devil…
It was the same reaction for the noble of the Steel Teeth who sat next to Tululu. He looked up as if he was worshipping a devil, and the previous contempt in his eyes was replaced by endless fear.
It was the same reaction shared by everyone. There was fear in their eyes, except for one person…
War Chief Duaman stood up abruptly and looked at Feng Yuan in anger. He snorted heavily, like an angry bull.
Morsi was one of the most powerful vassals of the Steel Teeth, and one of the hounds that guarded the northwestern territory. He could turn a blind eye to his guest fighting with his hound, but he could not tolerate his guest cutting the hound’s head off.
Except for the two holding the tray, the surrounding maids all backed away in horror. The soldiers that stood in the shadowy corner stared at Feng Yuan silently. They waited for the war chief’s order to pounce on him at any moment.
However, they did not hear the command from the war chief, Duaman simply stared at Feng Yuan.
He was waiting for an explanation.
However, Feng Yuan’s reaction was going to disappoint him. This time Feng Yuan didn’t look at the War Chief at all, instead, he just looked at the trembling Manakala and said emotionlessly.
“The Pan-Asia people talk about courtesy and respect. If you kneel down and drink that glass of wine, Morsi can keep the last of its blood.”
After Feng Yuan said this, he turned around and headed out with the interpreter behind him.
When Feng Yuan walked to the door, the War Chief was about to stop him. However, Manakala suddenly shouted, slapped away the wine glass in the tray, grabbed the knife on the table, and strode towards Feng Yuan.
“I’m going to kill you!!!”
After he witnessed the destruction of his tribe, the tragic death of his people, the flames of anger burned through every inch of his blood vessels. He was incapable of thinking at this moment as his own desire was to dig out the heart of this Asian man and place it on the withered totem to pay tribute to his people.
As Manakala saw Feng Yuan already made it to the door, he was about to grab Feng Yuan’s collar, but before his hand could reach it, there was a bang, and his skull shattered like a smashed watermelon.
The gunshot was from far away.
But the palace was silent.
The guard who stood behind the war chief stepped forward, raised his rifle, and aimed it at Feng Yuan’s back, but the War Chief shouted at him and pressed down the raised muzzle.
The nobles at the banquet shook in fear as if they just witnessed with their own eyes that a delicious sheep just tore down its friendly disguise and revealed the fangs hidden under the gentle beard.
An entire tribe was slaughtered, and the tribe was no other than the most mighty and domineering tribe outside of the Steel Teeth Tribe…
The only thought in their mind was once the banquet ended, they would go tell their people that the Asians were all devils, and they were not to be provoked.
After Feng Yuan stepped down from the last step of the palace, he let out a sigh of relief.
Although it was only a short ten minutes, his back was drenched in sweat…
One kilometer away, the sniper that laid on the roof of the temple put away the still smoking rifle, activated optical invisibility, and disappeared into the night of Mombasa, as if he had never been there before. After the Marine soldiers at the port on duty received the news of Feng Yuan’s return to the development zone, they tacitly turned off the rifle safety. Their eyes behind the tactical eyepiece no longer intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the cigarettes in the mouths of the black soldiers.
That night, the entire Mombasa boiled.
The guards in the entire city were dispatched on the mission to catch the assassin, but not a single Asian was caught, instead, a lot of white and black slaves were captured. They were dragged to the gutter behind the prison and executed like pigs. It was unknown why the executions happened, and who was the audience of the show?
At dawn the next day, the news that Manakala from Morsi Tribe was shot by a sniper at the gate of the war chief’s palace spread throughout the city.
Asian businesspeople doing business in Mombasa discussed going to the development zone or port to take shelter, but they did not expect that when they left the city, the originally disrespectful blacks did not take advantage of the chaos to attack but avoided them like the plague.
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“…At first, we thought we would have to wait a few days for the results to come, but we didn’t expect that those tribesmen would pull the containers back to the tribe that night and pile the munitions on the altar for celebrations. Our fighter jets found them far away, and there was no need even to aim.”
In the mansion on Coconut Island, Jiang Chen was naked in bed while he listened to Xiaorou, who laid in his body. She reported on the progress of Future Development in excitement.
When Xiaorou talked about annihilating the disrespectful and rude Morsi Tribe, she waved her small fist and felt quite relieved. Yao Yao, who was still sleeping, made a sound with her mouth. A red cloud of happiness still lingered on her cute face. Then she rubbed against Jiang Chen’s arm unconsciously.
Unlike Sun Xiaorou, Yao Yao didn’t have good physical strength, so she couldn’t hold back her tiredness and fell asleep.
With how energetic Xiaorou became after she started to talk about Future Group’s business, Jiang Chen smiled and then said.
“As I said, it’s no good for you to chew on the rotten bones. But if you show them weakness, there will only be endless troubles waiting for you. Normal business methods don’t work there, and they can’t distinguish the difference between wealth and prey very accurately. Naturally, they don’t understand the principle of making money in a harmonious manner.”
“Then why did we gift the War Chief 20 boxes of military arms? I don’t want to give him a single gun for this kind of people who renege.” Her finger was pressed to her lower lip as Xiaorou thought about this question seriously. However, she did not come up with a solution.
“After all, it was Morsi Tribe who was slaughtered, I’m afraid that the War Chief’s heart is dripping blood right now. The 20 boxes of arms are not only a gesture but also to remind him that Future Development can bring what the Steel Teeth Tribe needs the most – arms. And now this esteemed customer is very angry.” Jiang Chen smiled while he gently stroked down Xiaorou’s nose with his finger.
After the news of Morsi Tribe’s fall spread, Lake Victoria Development Zone would become a forbidden zone in the minds of African tribes in the entire Mombasa area. Anyone who angered Future Development would face its wraith.
On the African continent in the apocalypse, this kind of behavior was neither despised, nor created hatred, but rather, it gained the awe and even respect of all tribes.
