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Chapter414-A Heart for Slaughter

Silver Tear cast a peculiar glance at John.

To be honest, he knew John wasn't particularly cruel by nature.

But now that he had made such a statement, it seemed intentional.

Who was he trying to frighten? Was it the former members of the Panther Tribe or someone else?

However, Silver Tear remained silent, merely observing the man in front of them.

Regardless of his current thoughts, he was likely terrified at this moment.

As John made another cut on the man's body, no one else spoke.

But eventually, the man couldn't control himself anymore and began to scream frantically.

"I'll talk, I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Just don't kill me."

If it were merely about death, no one would be afraid.

But the type of death now facing them was unbearably difficult.

As John had said, sometimes death is a merciful relief.

The most terrifying thing is to be deprived of even the chance to die.

"There are only five of us in the entire scout team, and all of us have fallen here," the man cried out.

"Today just happens to be the day we rotate every three days, so we were about to head back to report."

As he spoke, a look of agony crossed his face.

"Even if you kill me, it's pointless. If we don't return, they'll definitely react."

John looked at the expression on the man's face and guessed that he was telling the truth.

After all, these people wouldn't joke about such matters.

"Alright, you're of no use to us now."

After John spoke these words, a look of terror clearly appeared on the man's face, as if he feared he would be killed in the next second.

However, John did not kill him; instead, he simply knocked him out and tossed him aside.

The chieftain of the Zebra Tribe looked at John, puzzled.

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"Why not kill him? Isn't he a greater threat to us alive?"

After all, this man knew of their presence and that they were planning to act against the people here.

If he went back to alert them, wouldn't all their plans be ruined?

"Don't worry, I have a plan. Since we're here, we might as well make a grand entrance and let everyone know our strength," John said.

He had never thought of backing down, nor of surprising anyone here.

"What's going on?"

The team leader of the Panther Tribe looked at the team that hadn't returned, his expression turning sour.

"Haven't their magical beasts returned either?"

Logically, even if these men had encountered some mishap, given the combat capabilities of the other two tribes, it was highly unlikely that their magical beasts would have been left behind as well.

This meant that the attack they had encountered was so severe that it had completely incapacitated them.

"No, but there was some activity in the area that squad was responsible for, which quickly died down. We didn't think much of it at the time, but now it seems it might have been serious..."

The man said this as he was already planning to search for his teammates.

Every member of their tribe was crucial, especially now when four or five of their magical beasts were also out there.

If they were lost, it would be a truly painful loss.

"We should go back and talk to the chieftain," said one of the men, his voice trembling noticeably at the mention of the chieftain's title.

He shivered involuntarily, and even those around him displayed expressions of fear.

Lately, the chieftain had been acting like a madman, relentlessly drilling them and becoming increasingly ruthless.

Anyone showing even the slightest hint of rebellion was brutally beaten.

Someone had even been killed—a situation that would have been unthinkable before.

But now it had indeed happened right before their eyes, and they were utterly powerless to resist.

The mere mention of the chieftain filled them with dread.

"You all keep watch; I'll go back and speak with the chieftain," he said, fear palpable in his voice, yet without any other option.

The others hesitated but eventually nodded their agreement.

After all, they too were powerless to change the chieftain's mindset.

They wanted to survive—to just keep living!

When this man returned to the Panther Tribe, he could feel an evident shift in his tribe members' demeanor—they were very frightened.

Taking a deep breath and with a heart full of trepidation, he walked towards the largest wooden hut.

Inside the hut, the air was thick with the stench of blood, as if something was slowly spreading.

The ground was sticky, and looking down, he realized that it was covered in blood, unnoticed until now.

Nearby, there lay two headless bodies, seemingly telling a silent story.

Both bodies were dressed in their tribe's garments, making him involuntarily swallow hard.

A wave of sorrow washed over him, yet he dared not speak, only lowering his head in silence.

"What is it?" a faint voice echoed from within the hut.

"You should know I detest being disturbed."