There is a huge wooden table outside the tent on the sand, with bloody raw meat spread on the table in an orderly manner, and food of various colors and shapes is placed in containers around.

Zong Zewei was in the master's position, and his family and servants sat down on both sides. Zhao Hui was arranged to be the closest seat to the right of the master.

His plate contained human food and several large pieces of fresh meat with excellent quality.

"Young man, just came to the fifth district, should still be nostalgic about human food. This is specially prepared for you."

Zhao Hui was thinking that Zong Zewei should not be a patient in depth of storm, or he used some means to suppress his bloodthirsty instinct, otherwise it would be impossible to be so calm and considerate in dealing with things. Seeing that the other party was so polite, he also responded, "Thank you!"

Zong Zewei reached out and took a piece of meat from the plate in front of him, raised it in the air, and said loudly: "Thank you to our new tribe members!"

The followers, like prisoners who have received pardons, grabbed the meat directly from the table and waited for the owner to eat the first bite first before they could feast on them. The saliva had already flowed all over the floor, and they could not bear it for a few more seconds.

"Uh? I don't know what your name is yet!" Zong Zewei has indeed never asked the young man's name yet.

Zhao Hui politely replied: "Zhao Hui, you can call me Xiao Zhao!", which was like introducing yourself to clients in Lihao's conference room.

"Treat our new tribe, Mr. Zhao Hui and Zhao!" Zong Zewei said after throwing the whole piece of meat into his mouth and chewing it.

Everyone didn't care about Zhao Hui, they just focused on grabbing food.

Zhao Hui didn't want to eat meat in front of these people, and even if he was impulsive, he had to endure it. He gracefully picked up a piece of bread and nodded to the owner to express his gratitude and started eating slowly.

The people on the table had already tore the meat and splattered blood. The bones that had eaten were thrown aside at random. The two storm men who were guarding the door wanted to chew, but they were bound by chains and couldn't reach them, so they were so anxious that they howled there.

Zhao Hui couldn't stand it, but he couldn't take over the enemy. Finally, the roar made Zong Zewei very annoyed, and he grabbed two pieces of meat from the table and threw it to them.

"If you have been sick for more than fifty years, you will be like them, just like that..." Zong Zewei was talking about the two tribe members who were no longer in human form at the door.

Zhao Hui couldn't help but tremble all over. What would he look like in twenty years? Even if Chen Nannan was rescued, if it became like this in twenty years, it would be more refreshing to die now.

In a blink of an eye, the food on the table had almost been wiped out like a wind and clouds, and everyone reluctantly licked their fingers and the remaining shredded meat on their bodies.

Zong Zewei said to Zhao Hui politely: "I finished eating and rested soon, and everything has been arranged for you!"

"Thanks!"

"There will be someone to take care of you, I wish you a good dream!" Zong Zewei stood up and stretched into the tent, and the others also dispersed.

At this time, two young female Stormmen came over and stood beside her. It was obvious that this was the person Zong Zewei said to take care of him.

Zhao Hui looked up at the sky. The night sky seemed particularly empty under the bright moonlight. The two young women behind him looked very much like Chen Nannan, with their expressions and figures. I don’t know where she was at this time, what kind of torture she was, and even whether she was still alive.

What Zhao Hui could do at this time was nothing but torture.

"Take me to your residence."

The two women nodded, escorting Zhao Hui one by one and the other behind to the smaller tent not far away. This place is only two hundred meters away from Zong Zewei's central tent, which is about the place where he usually entertains guests.

"Is there a place to wash?" Zhao Hui felt uncomfortable all over.

The women shook their heads and stopped talking.

Zhao Hui was helpless. If the dust on this body could be washed away, it would naturally be much more comfortable to sleep at night. However, if the conditions here do not allow it, they can only keep it in order and not ask for too much.

In addition to the bed, there are also small tables and stools in the tent. A kettle is probably the only metal utensil here, and it seems to be very old.

The long journey in recent times has almost exhausted Zhao Hui's energy. Since there is no possibility of washing up, just go to bed and rest. He would not worry that Zong Zewei would come to steal tantalum coins, and he could completely determine this from the other party's tone. What the guy wanted was all tantalum coins, not just the few in front of him.

"You guys go and do your business, I'm going to sleep!"

The two women still shook their heads foolishly, without any intention of quitting. Instead, they showed a sense of panic and embarrassment on their faces.

Zhao Hui immediately realized that the servants arranged by Zong Zewei had to do the things arranged by him, otherwise they would have lost fruit. But if they were two living people standing here, how could they sleep peacefully?

The key is that these two women have never spoken and cannot communicate. If they want to express their meaning, they are afraid that they cannot understand it. They always shake their heads or nod.

"Let me take a good rest. There is still a lot to do tomorrow. I will leave tomorrow. No one will know what you have done here tonight, do you understand?"

But the response he received was that two women shook their heads foolishly.

"If you don't listen to me, I will go to the leader to complain tomorrow morning, do you understand?"

After hearing what Zhao Hui said, the temperament of the two changed drastically. One became extremely frightened, while the other became very irritable. They were completely able to understand each other's threats and sensed danger. They were arranged by the owner to serve Zhao Hui. If the guest was unhappy, the consequences of tomorrow could be imagined.

"Please don't do this, we can't disobey the leader's orders." The woman who acted more manic finally spoke.

Zhao Hui smiled, shook his head and said, "I thought you couldn't speak! It turned out that they were all pretending."

The woman smiled bitterly and said, "We have no right to speak, and we don't need to say anything."

"So what if I say it?" Zhao Hui wanted to know what strange rules were there in the world of the Storm Clan.

The other woman was obviously over-scam and was still trembling all over. She even looked at her companion with begging eyes, as if she was reminding her not to take the risk of speaking, otherwise she might cause death.

Zhao Hui looked at the left and the right, one wanted to say something but the other dared not say anything. But he still liked to get more information from their mouths, "This is it! Let's just chat, you can stay."

The two women looked at each other and were asking for their opinions. As long as they were not driven out, not seen by the eyeliner outside, they would be safe to stay, no matter what they did, they no longer looked like. The two nodded gratefully.

Zhao Hui sat down first, then knocked on the table and signaled the two women to come and sit down.

The timid and timid were always timid. After seeing another sitting down, the woman who had been shaking pulled the stool back and sat down far away. She stared vigilantly at the entrance of the tent, for fear that someone would break in at this time.
Chapter completed!