The tool used for making fire in the tribe was not as primitive as Henry Clark had originally imagined, but instead relied on a kind of powder. Every warrior carried this powder with them. When they needed to start a fire, they would take out a spoon-shaped stone tool and a stone pestle, put a bit of powder into the spoon-shaped tool, and quickly grind it with the pestle. Soon, the powder would ignite, and the spoon-shaped tool would become a small torch to light dry grass and twigs.

The first time Henry Clark saw Charles Lee, who was in charge of transporting food, start a fire in the cave, he was very surprised. He had thought that such a tribe would use the fire-drilling method or flint, but he hadn’t expected such a convenient and quick tool. The children living in the cave didn’t have this fire-making device; only when they became warriors and left to live independently would they have their own.

Sometimes, when looking at this tribe, Henry Clark felt a strange contradiction, as if the technology they possessed didn’t match the tribe’s current level of development.

Doubts aside, Henry Clark didn’t look into it further for now.

After grilling the fish, one of the warriors tasted a bit to make sure it was safe and tasted pretty good. Then the three people and one wolf finished off the fish together. This amount of food was far from enough for the two warriors, and Julius Caesar still wasn’t very interested in cooked food—he lost interest after a few bites. Only Henry Clark was satisfied.

After eating, the fish bones were taken by the two warriors, who said they wanted to keep them as a souvenir. Henry Clark thought they probably just wanted to show off to their teammates in the hunting party.

After that, the two warriors continued their guard duty, while Henry Clark took Julius Caesar and dragged the dead fish, tied with rope, back toward the cave.

It was already getting dark. Some of the children in the cave were already asleep, while those still awake were either getting drowsy or waiting for Henry Clark to return.

There was a fire pit in the cave. Every evening, Charles Lee, who transported food, would come and light a small fire so the children could keep warm or cook food. The children in the cave used this fire. Previously, it was Edward Wright who was responsible for putting out the fire before bed, but from today on, it would be Henry Clark's job.

Standing at the cave entrance, Henry Clark told Julius Caesar to wait outside, then took a deep breath and strode into the cave.

The older children who were still awake sat around the fire, lost in thought. When they saw Henry Clark come in, their eyes followed him. Henry Clark could feel the hostility in their gazes. After all, today Henry Clark had taken the position they’d been eyeing for a long time.

After entering the cave, Henry Clark climbed onto a nearly one-meter-high, millstone-shaped boulder near the entrance. Usually, this was where Edward Wright distributed food, and standing on it gave a view of the whole cave.

The older children all gathered around. Henry Clark glanced at them and clapped his hands. “Get up, everyone who’s still awake, get up!”

Except for those who were sound asleep, the rest gradually gathered around.

Seeing everyone had come over, Henry Clark looked at the few standing in front and said, “I know you’re not convinced, you’re not happy that I’m taking over Edward Wright’s position, and you want to kick me out and take over yourselves. That’s why you’re not sleeping and waiting here for me. But! This is up to Mr. Lee. If you have any complaints, any resentment, any suggestions or opinions, don’t take it out on me—it’s useless. If you’ve got the guts, go talk to Mr. Lee!”

The kids in front frowned, clearly weighing the feasibility of going to Charles Lee. Talk to Charles Lee? Would Charles Lee get angry? If he got angry, would he stop giving out food? If there’s no food, would they go hungry? That didn’t seem like a good idea. After all, being older, they thought a bit more than the younger kids.

Henry Clark glanced over at them and continued, “Have you ever thought about why I can take Edward Wright’s place? I’m younger than you, not as tall, not as strong, so why did Mr. Lee put me in charge?!”

“Because I’m better than you! More capable than you!” he said forcefully, lying without even blinking. Henry Clark had no idea what Charles Lee, the one in charge of delivering food, was thinking. He planned to have a good talk with Charles Lee tomorrow. But for now, what he needed to do was get through this moment and give these little “wolf cubs” in the cave a good shock. Otherwise, he’d always have to watch out for them teaming up to cause trouble.

It wasn’t that Henry Clark didn’t want to use a softer approach, but these little brats were too hard to handle—reasoning with them wouldn’t work. And from what Henry Clark had observed, once Charles Lee made a decision, it wouldn’t change anytime soon. So, since he’d put Henry Clark in charge of the cave, it would probably last for a while, maybe even longer. Henry Clark had to deal with the trouble from the start—he had to be tough.

The kids in front looked angry at Henry Clark’s words; one of them was so mad his eyebrows were about to stand up. But before he could say anything, Henry Clark shouted him down: “Shut up!”

Then Henry Clark called out toward the cave entrance: “Julius Caesar!”

Julius Caesar, waiting outside, bit down on the grass rope and dragged the tied-up fish inside.

Everyone in the cave watched Julius Caesar as he came in. It wasn’t until Henry Clark went to get the fish being dragged in that they noticed there was something else being brought in.

“This thing—I hunted it!”

Henry Clark untied the grass rope from the fish, revealing the fish itself, and lifted it by the tail for everyone to see.

Many fish don’t have eyelids and can’t blink, so even after death, their eyes remain wide open.