At this moment, more Storm tribes slowly leaned over, their eyes flashing with greed, and they all seemed to be trying to eat people. They roared one after another and came out of their throats, and it seemed that a plunder war was about to begin.

The child looked up at the stall owner, and the two nodded at the same time. The thing in their hands was bitten off a large piece, and then threw the rest out in different directions.

The Storm tribe who surrounded him watched two groups of black objects fly over his head. He was stunned at first, then immediately reacted and turned around and ran in two different directions, like a flood discharge from a dam.

"Run quickly--" the stall owner reminded him, pulling the child into the back of his meat stall, and snatching a sharp knife to prepare for the battle. Fortunately, the Storm tribe members had already fought together and had no time to care about the stall owner and the child.

He spit out the thing he had just bitten out of his mouth and handed it to the child, saying, "Send this to your mother."

The child looked at the stall owner reluctantly and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, what about you?"

"There will be some more!" It seems that the stall owner is the child's father.

The child silently took it from the stall owner, nodded firmly, and quickly disappeared from his sight.

On the other hand, Zhao Hui was following Zong Zewei and was being held by a large group of people, and he couldn't help but go to a completely unknown place. But he had no other choice, so he could only bite the bullet and move forward.

Wherever there are members of the Storm tribe on the roadside, they will nod to Zong Zewei.

Zhao Hui carefully observed the surrounding environment. Maybe he would run away in a short while. It would be much better to get familiar with it in advance than to be in a panic.

Suddenly the density of the tent began to increase, and there was a huge tent erected in the center of more small tents. The large group of people was heading towards that center point, and it seemed that it was the residence of the leader.

Two strong Stormmen were fixed on both sides of the entrance by chains and acted as doormen. Compared with the doormen at Zhang Mingwei, the doormen here were more like dogs serving their owners.

The two Stormmen also have a strange appearance. If it is still human, it is better to be a beast. The long fangs and sharp nails are also saliva that hangs on the corners of their mouths all the time.

This time, he was not pushed all the time like entering Zhang Mingwei's building. Zhao Hui seemed to have received some kind of courtesy here.

The interior of the tent was quite spacious, and several female Stormmen were sorting out their belongings. Zong Zewei's return did not cause much panic, and it was not surprising that they were already commonplace.

Looking around, there are just ordinary tents, and there is nothing like thrones that Zhao Hui imagined along the way.

Most of the followers stayed outside the door, with only two or three following in, one of them ran a few steps and pressed a button on a pillar.

The floor slowly cracked, and a huge basement entrance appeared with a crackling sound.

"please!"

Zhao Hui was a little flattered when he actually said the word "please". Since the owner invited him, he naturally could not refuse. In addition, he had no choice but to be controlled by others, so he walked into the basement with Zong Zewei.

It is not as big as Zhang Mingwei's arsenal, but it is several times larger than the area of ​​the tent on the ground.

Seven or eight Stormmen were busy, and what they did was different from what Zhang Mingwei had on his side. The people here were processing certain medicine powders.

They looked up and stared blankly at the new stranger.

"Continue to work!" With the order of Zong Zewei, seven or eight people lowered their heads and returned to their previous busy state.

After walking a distance forward for a while, Zong Zewei sat down on a huge chair, signaling Zhao Hui to sit on the bench opposite.

The entourage retreated to the distance, probably unable to hear the next conversation between the two. Zong Zewei nodded with satisfaction, turned his face to ask Zhao Hui, "Tell me about the origin of the tantalum coins!"

Zhao Hui looked at the tantalum coins that were sweating in his palms, smiled and said, "I said I picked them up, will you believe them?"

He is trying to better control the initiative in this contest, at least not let the other party see how worried he is.

Zong Zewei laughed loudly, and the saliva in his mouth almost flew to Zhao Hui's face, "What do you think? I really hope to pick up a few more King's Tantalum coins like you."

Zhao Hui asked the other party very calmly, "So what do you want to exchange for with me?"

"First of all, I must know the source of your tantalum coins. Do you understand?" Zong Zewei seemed to insist on getting this answer, and asked the same question several times.

"If you are sincere enough, maybe we can make a good deal. If you just want to know the source of tantalum coins, it may not satisfy you." Zhao Hui pretended to be calm and impatient.

Zong Zewei tried hard to restrain his anger, "Okay! I will know after all. So what do you want? Or what kind of thing do you think can be exchanged for the tantalum coin in your hand?"

As Zhao Hui came along, he was wondering what he needed if he could really reach a deal, "food, weapons, and guide..."

Zong Zewei did not agree immediately, but fell into deep thought and spoke again after a long time, "No problem! Food and weapons are what you need the most, but what do you want the guide to do?"

Zhao Hui didn't want to tell the other party, "It's just a transaction, so should I ask you what you want to do with this tantalum coin?"

Zong Zewei looks like a monster but is definitely not a fool. He can lead so many Storm tribes with high IQ. "You are right, this is a transaction. But if you want a guide, a tantalum coin is not enough. Also, you have to know where you want a guide to go, right? This is also easy to arrange, right?"

Zhao Hui thought that Zong Zewei made sense, at least he had to get a guide who was familiar with the south, so he replied: "Go to the south, a cave where the Storm tribe members are active, who knows?"

When he heard Zhao Hui say he was going to the cave, Zong Zewei almost bounced up from his special seat. He was so scared that several followers quickly took a few steps forward, thinking that Zhao Hui had launched some attack on his master.

"What? Are you looking for death when you are going to find Zhang Mingwei's cave?"

Zhao Hui sat there quietly without moving, but just asked coldly, "Hurry up, is it okay or not?"

This reminded him of the situation of bargaining with customers when he was working in the second district. It was nothing more than the customers who were humans in suits, but the guy in front of him didn't know what species it was.

"One tantalum coin is not enough. If you have more tantalum coins, maybe I can consider it." Zong Zewei gave him new conditions after a long time of thinking.

Zhao Hui smiled slightly, "That's it possible?"

But judging from Zong Zewei's reaction just now, it shows that Zhang Mingwei's cave is not a rumor but a real existence, and there is a shocking secret hidden there. The other party said that this is "seeking death", which means that the place is extremely dangerous. One person will definitely not save people, and maybe even take his own life first.
Chapter completed!