Chapter 600: The Wild Man Samba

er. Don't be so stubborn. You were having nightmares last night and kept calling out someone's name..."Awooo—Before Zhu Xiaowei could finish his smug words, Qiao Baor'er, that unscrupulous person, pin...It turned out that her 'master' savage had a name, Samba.

I don't know what the relationship is between this well-dressed tribal chieftain and Samba.

Jo Baoer and Samba were surrounded by eight natives armed with spears. It was clear these eight guards were the protectors of this old tribal chieftainess, who was speaking to Samba in her native tongue.

Although Qiao Bao'er couldn't understand them, from their body language and expressions, she could guess that the female chieftain looked at Samba with warmth, like an elder relative. But Samba seemed rather cold, as if he didn't want to chat with the female chieftain much.

If he wasn't surrounded by barbarian guards, Samba would have turned and left out of pure annoyance.

Qiao Baoer guessed in her heart that they were most likely mother and son.

But if Samba had a high-status tribal mother, why would he live alone in such a remote cave on the hillside

Perhaps, these wild men's way of life is that adult wild men are driven out to live independently

Perhaps Samba had a falling out with his tribal chieftain mother over something, so he preferred to move out and live a hard life

It was all just Qiao Baoer's guess, after all, she couldn't understand their gibberish native language.

Samba and the tribal chieftain in front of him argued louder and louder. The wild men spoke in loud roars, but you could also feel the emotions between them. The old female chieftain looked at Samba with some tenderness in her eyes, while Samba remained cold, like anger that refused to be forgiven.

But shortly afterward, a powerfully built man with dark, gleaming skin and an obvious air of superiority strode towards them.

Although all the wildmen looked rough, this adult male was about the same height as Samba, around two meters and five centimeters. He didn't have a scruffy beard, his eyes were bright and sharp, with a hint of pride. He wasn't simply wearing animal skins; he was dressed in 'modern clothing', and his neck was adorned with glittering golden jewels. His attire looked a bit like an Indian prince.

The wild prince was very rude to Samba. He arrogantly raised his fist and punched Samba on the left cheek as soon as they met, expecting Samba to fight back. But Samba just glanced at him, took a step back, and the proud savage showed a disdainful look. He swung his thick fists, punching Samba repeatedly with brute force.

Qiao Baoer was very surprised to see this. She had known Samba for only a few days, and Samba was certainly not a good-tempered savage. It was strange that he kept his head down and did not resist, enduring the beating.

"...Renard!" The old matriarch, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, roared at the arrogant prince of the wildlings.

Reiner must be the name of that savage.

Whether their tribal society was matriarchal or not, the arrogant Rena, hearing the she-chief's roar, snorted disdainfully at Samba and then ceased his assault.

Then they muttered in their native tongue, the female chieftain seemed to want to approach and help the injured Samba, but Reyna stood angrily in her way, as if Samba were some lowly thing unworthy of assistance.

Rena also yelled at Samba a few times, as if looking down on him, telling him to scram and not come to the market area.

Samba was actually lowering his head, like a weakling, too afraid to speak.

Qiao Bao'er watched, her heart feeling conflicted. Samba and Lena looked to be about the same age, like brothers, adversarial brothers. The powerful old matriarch, who resembled their mother, was there too. Qiao Bao'er couldn't understand why Samba had such a strained relationship with his family.

And although Samba caught her and planned to sell her, he hadn't hurt her these days. He even gave her jerky to eat and even bought her a Swiss Army knife when she wanted one.

Qiao Bao'er looked at Samba's current state of disarray, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

She looked up, sizing up the female chieftain and Reyna seriously. These two savages must have lived well, even plump. They were always escorted by savage guards whenever they went in and out. On this island, they were probably considered wealthy.

It's awful how cruelly Samba is being treated.

Just as Qiao Bao'er raised her head and glared at the Matriarch and Reiner, Reiner finally noticed her.

Renna's eyes widened, glaring at her with malice. There was a hint of confusion and greed in his gaze. Immediately, Renna took large strides towards her, his thick, muscular arms dragging her delicate hand like a bowl.

Rainer wanted her.

qiao Baoer almost reflexively, just as Renar menacingly came closer, she drew out her Swiss Army knife, the sharp blade slashed towards Renar's chest, the metallic steel blade immediately severed the string of glittering gold jewelry on Renar's chest, like beads one by one bounced and scattered on the ground.

Eight wild men guarded them, including the female chieftain and Samba. They were all caught off guard, stunned, as they watched the broken string of gems scattered on the ground. Then they looked at Reina, who was becoming increasingly angry and contorted with rage, her hand tightly gripping Jo Bao'er’s left wrist as if she wanted to snap her bones.

This little guy actually dared to rebel against Rainer.

Not only did Qiao Bao'er dare to resist and struggle, she tightened her face and suddenly slashed at Rainer's thick arm with the Swiss Army knife...

If it weren't for Renard's tough bones and thick hide, he would have been seriously injured. As it is, only some of his flesh has bled, a trickle of dark red blood that hangs in the air, carrying a metallic scent.

This enraged Rainer completely. He roared angrily at Qiao Bao'er, his single canine tooth enough to snap her delicate neck. Qiao Bao'er trembled with fear.

Sampa was originally kneeling on the ground, she could hear Reina's words that she wanted to kill her, and immediately ran over to stop him, and shouted back at Reina.

Renard saw Samba, for a ‘slave girl,’ daring to defy his authority. Renard’s right arm was still dripping with blood, his appearance quite terrifying. He roared at the eight barbarian guards, and instantly, their sharp spear weapons were thrust towards both Samba and Jobeille.

The chieftainess immediately rebuked him, her authority exceeding that of Reina's. The barbarian guards promptly retreated, ceasing their attack.

Qiao Baoer was so frightened that her mind went blank. Her right hand still tightly gripped the Swiss Army knife, but she knew very well that such a small knife couldn't protect her life. Just now, the spearhead had been pressed against her back. As long as the wild man exerted a little force, her slender frame would be pierced, flesh and blood blurred.

The female chieftain had an argument with Reiner, their voices raised. However, one could sense that the female chieftain's aura was stronger. Reiner was unwilling to yield, his thick fingers pointed at Qiao Bao'er, and he muttered angrily in a string of words. The female chieftain's expression was somewhat surprised after hearing this, and even Samba seemed equally astonished.

Qiao Baoer didn't know what they were talking about. Perhaps Rena had discovered something related to her, after all, her appearance was quite different from that of a wild man.

Luckily, in the end the old clan leader ordered they be released, both her and Samba.

When those barbarian guards shoved Qiao Ba'er on the back, she instantly understood that they wanted her to leave quickly. She was happy to oblige, while Samba's final expression was a complex mix of emotions. He kept glancing back at the female chieftain behind them. Leading Qiao Ba'er away, Samba walked in silence.

Jo Baoer didn't regret stabbing Rainer with the Swiss Army knife at all. Rainer looked like a villain and if he had caught her, he would definitely have abused her. She secretly glanced at Samba walking in front of her. Samba seemed unhappy because of what his mother and brother might have told him about what just happened.

Jo Bao'er forced herself to be ruthless. This group of uncivilized primitives didn't care about the wild people's feelings at all. Whenever she had a chance, she would run away. No one could exploit her freedom.

If anything, she treasured the Swiss army knife in her hand even more now; it was her only means of self-defense.

Samba happened to turn his head at that moment, and Qiao Bao'er became immediately alert, clutching the Swiss Army knife in her hand tightly. She wouldn't give it back to him under any circumstances.

And Samba returned to his usual cold demeanor, speaking to her in a hoarse, mumbling voice.

"I don't know what you are saying." Qiao Baoer replied in Chinese.

Samba looked confused. He repeated the native phrase to her, pointing to a distant place with his hand.

Jo Baoer couldn't understand what he was saying. Following the direction of his finger, her expression was one of surprise. Although she couldn't see the whole thing clearly, in that direction there was obviously a palace, much like the architectural style of ancient Europe. Red brick spires, solemn and majestic, were within those high walls.

Then the palace is much grander than a common house, being a true embodiment of a class society in its royal architecture.

Suddenly, Qiao Baoer's heart was resolute; that palace was exactly the place she had been looking for. Living in this city, they speak insincerely for a living and wear masks of hypocrisy...Getting along with people often involves a lot of suspicion and scheming... It's exhausting.“Jo Bao’er, I think...