Chapter 640: Samba Is Framed

bout Tang Yu's situation, after all, he was injured too badly that year. He had been a vegetable in America for so many years, his body must have old ailments.Junzhi Mu's expression became more seriou...qiao Bao'er found it laughable. Before, she had gone to great lengths to earn money in order to get into the palace and exchange it for a pass, but now she ended up crawling in through a doghole under the palace wall.

Because the dog hole under the palace wall is very small and hidden by bushes, it's estimated that few people know about this hole on a normal day. A small wall hole like this has little significance for wild people, for example, Samba couldn't even fit his head in.

"...I'll be out in about an hour."

Qiao Bao'er went into the palace, separated from Samba by a wall. She had said this to him.

Samba was incredibly anxious. He held a stone and frantically dug at the wall, trying to make the hole bigger so he could squeeze through and find her.

Samba didn't know how long an hour was. He dug outside the wall for a long time, the stone bricks of the palace walls were very hard, his thick palms were worn and bleeding, but he had only scraped away a little bit of the edge.

Samba lay on the ground, staring blankly at the hole in the wall.

The sun is about to set, and the cubs haven't come out yet.

In Samba's eyes, when the sun went down, it was time for them to head home together.

Where is the little one

Samba lay pressed against the wall, watching intently, afraid to blink lest he miss something.

The sun gradually sank, dusk settled in, the sky began to darken, and the temperature turned chilly. Visibility dimmed, and it was impossible to see anything inside the wall cavity anymore.

Samba got to his feet, his body covered in mud. He sat dazed against the palace wall, staring at the dark night around him.

After the cub went in, it disappeared.

The Samburu native's brain, the more he looked, the more he felt it was a wall cave that would eat people. He suddenly felt fear and stepped back abruptly.

He suddenly thought of the cub inside. Samba's expression was filled with grief, and he roared at the hole in the wall, his fists pounding against it relentlessly.

The birds in the nearby trees were startled by his roar and flew up into the sky in a flurry.

After a burst of anger, Samba was even more despondent. He was even more certain that the cub had died inside.

Samba ran desperately to the main gate of the palace, glaring furiously. The drawbridge was already raised, in accordance with the palace regulations that lifted the bridge at night to prevent anyone from entering or leaving.

Sambo was very unwilling, the cub was inside. He had to go in, he had to go in and find the cub!

Samba was brimming with power, wanting to simply charge forward, bending low and running, attempting to leap onto the suspension bridge. Beneath it lay a bottomless moat. He hadn't considered falling into its inky depths; he would die there.

The foolish act of Samba's suicide was abruptly halted. A sudden illumination surrounded them, torches flaring to life, and the sound of approaching shouts grew louder and closer.

A horde of savage warriors, armed with spears and torches, quickly surrounded Samba.

In the darkness, looking at so many bright torches, Samba reacted slowly, as if he couldn't tell what was real or not.

“Get him!” a voice roared with rage.

Samba jolted awake, immediately turning his head towards the sound. He understood the words; it was the language the young one usually spoke.

"...Catch him and we will make him suffer a living death!"

While Lu Qinan and Lao Gui's faces were grim, they gripped their guns tightly, glaring at Samba with disgust and hatred. They wished they could shoot him dead on the spot.

Samba didn't know what was happening. The wild guards in the palace rushed over and pinned him to the ground, thick ropes binding him tightly. Samba instinctively resisted, roaring and shouting.

But outnumbered, the wild men guards saw Samba resist and beat him with their fists until his head swelled and his face turned blue, blood pouring from his mouth.

The suspension bridge of the palace gate slowly lowered, and the savage guards dragged Samba into the palace roughly. Samba was beaten until he felt dizzy and weak. He struggled to his feet, initially planning to resist, but seeing them leading him into the palace, Samba immediately stopped resisting. His steps were unsteady as he followed them into the palace.

Lao Gui was seething with anger. He ran ahead of the group and said to Lu Qinian, "… I'll go talk to Shao Jun about this first."

Samba was kicked hard, with a resounding boom, the iron gate behind him slammed shut, trapping him in a giant iron cage, awaiting his death sentence.

And at this very moment, Qiao Baoer was also locked up.

"...Why are you doing this!"

Qiao Bao'er still couldn't believe it. She entered the palace through the wall hole, originally intending to find... but in a luxurious and spacious room, she saw a "familiar face." She was overjoyed. She had never dared to hope that anyone would risk entering the island to look for her. It was Tang Yu, he must have come to find her.

Then, she ran over to him with glee, but Tang Yu was startled and turned to face her, knocking her unconscious with a palm strike.

When Qiao Bao'er woke up, she found herself locked in an iron cage. She couldn't understand; could she have been mistaken before Did she get the wrong person

But she had known Tang Yulu since childhood, for so long, his lean and tall figure, she would never mistake him.

"Little pillar!"

Qiao Bao'er gripped the iron bars tightly with both hands, violently shaking the sturdy cage. The iron chains clanged.

Tang Yu stood at the doorway, five meters away from her. It was nightfall, and the room was dim, illuminated only by the faint moonlight streaming in from outside the window. He turned to look at her, his face still as fair and handsome as ever, with piercing blue eyes that gave a cold, almost imperceptible smile.

Without saying a word, he stepped out of the room.

Jo Bao'er was completely stunned and dumbfounded.

She was sure it was Tang Yu, but it wasn't Tang Yu.

"What's going on"

This secluded room was dim, lacking any light save for the faint moonlight filtering in from outside. Qiao Baier stared at the iron cage and the modern furnishings of the room—the desk and chairs—her mind a jumble of confusion.

It seemed as if she couldn't tell whether her life with Samba had really been real or not, or perhaps everything in front of her was unreal.

She was shipwrecked on a deserted island, she met Samba, she wanted to enter the palace, she had just seen Tang Yu, she was very excited, but Tang Yu locked her in an iron cage.

Jo Baoer couldn't make sense of it, her mind was muddled.

She forgot that she had told Samba she would be back in an hour.

...while Samba, after being found by Lu Qin'nan and the others, was constantly beaten. He was served with punches and kicks by several wild guards, leaving Samba repeatedly collapsing on the ground powerless.

Samba roared angrily at the palace savage guards, demanding to know why they had captured and beaten him.

Samba was unwilling to give up, but he couldn't fight them. He was covered in wounds and as agitated as a trapped beast. He still remembered, he had to find the cubs.

The savage guards of these palaces completely ignored Samba's roars, punching him repeatedly, as if practicing their punches and kicks on him, treating him like nothing more than a punching bag.

Samba was beaten so badly that his internal organs were bleeding. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he lay on the ground, gasping for breath heavily, as if he couldn't hold on any longer.

Until a few "little people" with peculiar appearances walked in, the wild men guards had stopped.

"Samba."

A slender and tall figure walked in, calling his name.

Sambo, hearing the sound, gasped for air. His muscular arms wiped the blood from his eyes, trying to make out the figure before him.

These "little people" look somewhat like cubs.

"...So you took my little sister"

Raphael, dressed in the most luxurious silks and satins the palace possessed, stood before Samba, regarding him with the cold gaze of a predator. In a voice devoid of emotion, he uttered a single, plaintive question.

Samba was on high alert, silent and struggling to get up. His two dark eyes stared straight at all the 'little people' in the room.

Lu Qinnan, Lao Gui and Crab, and Jun Zhimou are also in this room.

Lu Qinan's eyes were red-rimmed, he clenched the gun in his hand, urging the female translator Lily impatiently, "Lily, ask him, ask him what he did to Qiao Baier, is it...is she really dead"

Lu Qinan's tone was full of grief and anger. This was the news they had gathered this afternoon.

He hoped it was fake news. If this savage hadn't killed her, he could let him go, otherwise...

Lu Qinnan gripped the gun, his teeth clenched tightly as he glared at Samba.

"Did you kill her" Raphael spoke first, in Chinese, turning to Lily. "Ask this savage what happened, get the whole story from him."

Lily first nodded to Raphael, then cautiously took a step forward and spoke in the language of the wild people.

"Samba, the woman you captured is in the palace now. Do you want to see her"

Samba, upon hearing this, immediately became excited.

Sambo immediately roared and gestured wildly, saying that the cub was gone and had disappeared into a hole, and he was going to find her...

Everyone saw Samba was very excited. Soon after, Lily turned her head and looked at Jun Zhi Mu, “He said that he caught her in the forest at first and took her back to his cave and raped her.”n accompanying Qiao Baoer, almost losing her life.When he first received the message, he was frightened out of his wits.Zhu Xiaowei had an accident, but Qiao Bao'er was unharmed.Although Qiao Bao'er h...