Brian Carter had always been hoping to meet civilized people, but now that traces of civilization had finally appeared, Brian Carter began to feel uneasy. After hearing the chief describe how those mysterious people committed acts of brutal slaughter, Brian Carter could only pray that he would encounter some truly civilized people, not those who wielded so-called products of civilization but behaved worse than beasts.

After running for about three or four hours, Brian Carter was gradually reaching his limit. At his current pace, he could only manage a slow walk. Just then, Curtis Stone, who had been running ahead of him the whole time, suddenly stopped and ran back toward Brian Carter.

“White kid, there are a lot of people over there, and some strange things too.”

Curtis Stone was very excited because he had discovered a convoy, and upon hearing Curtis Stone's words, Brian Carter became even more excited than Curtis Stone.

Brian Carter ran forward a few steps, and soon, he saw four vehicles parked about four or five hundred meters away. Three of them were off-road vehicles, and the other was a medium-sized truck. Behind the vehicles, there seemed to be several large tents, but Brian Carter didn’t see anyone.

After observing for a moment, Brian Carter decided to go in and take a look. He grabbed Curtis Stone and crouched down, his face serious as he said, “Listen, Curtis Stone, if you hear gunshots—really loud noises—or if you hear me tell you to run, you run back as fast as you can and take Colin Thompson home with Bailey and the others. If you hear me call your name, then come find me, understand?”

“I got it. If I hear gunshots, or if I hear you tell me to run, I’ll save you. If you die, I’ll run.”

Although Curtis Stone was from a primitive tribe, that didn’t mean he was stupid.

Brian Carter patted Curtis Stone on the shoulder, picked up his bow and arrow, and crouched as he slowly approached the convoy.

He was getting closer and closer. When he was about two hundred meters away, Brian Carter saw figures moving between the vehicles, but he couldn’t make out what they were wearing.

Brian Carter circled around, and after making a loop so the vehicles no longer blocked his view, he saw a camp with five large tents. In the center of the camp, a sunshade net had been set up, and under it were two large tables. About fifteen or sixteen Black people were gathered in a circle under the net.

Their clothing made Brian Carter relax a little. Although two people were wearing camouflage, most were dressed in ordinary clothes. Brian Carter only saw two people carrying guns. Although he couldn’t see clearly, Brian Carter thought one was the commonly seen AK47 series in Africa, and the other was most likely a double-barreled shotgun.

He felt incredibly lucky. Brian Carter thought these people didn’t look like an army, nor did they seem like poachers. He felt it was safe to approach. Just then, the group standing together suddenly dispersed, and what Brian Carter saw next filled him with joy.

Four white people were sitting under the sunshade net, and one of them was fiddling with a huge video camera. Seeing this scene, Brian Carter finally relaxed completely.

“Hello, help me, I need help!”

Brian Carter shouted as he ran out from his hiding place in the grass, heading straight for the white people. It was no wonder Brian Carter was so excited—not only because the chief and big Bailey could be saved, but also because he finally had a chance to go home.

Seeing Brian Carter shouting and running out, the white people under the sunshade net and the Black people who had just dispersed were all startled. Several of the Black men with guns immediately pointed their weapons at Brian Carter. Only then did Brian Carter realize that there weren’t just two people with guns, but five.

Brian Carter was already very close to the white people, but when he saw the guns pointed at him, he stopped and raised his hands. At that moment, he heard someone exclaim.

“Don’t shoot! Put down your guns, don’t shoot! See what he wants. Damn it, put down your guns, you’re going to scare him! Everyone back up, don’t frighten him. Daniel Baker, did you get that on camera?”

Seeing the guns lowered and the group of Black people slowly backing away, with only a few white people smiling at him, Brian Carter ran up to the white man who had spoken. He had just managed to say “Hello” when a woman cried out, “Oh my God, what am I seeing? He’s wearing boots!”

“Don’t talk, don’t make a fuss, don’t scare him, don’t provoke his hostility. God, are you all idiots?”

Only then did Brian Carter realize he had made a mistake. He had been speaking the Akuri tribe’s language for three years, so when he ran out, he shouted in a language that only the Akuri tribe could fully understand.

“Sir, hello, please help me…”

Before he could finish, Brian Carter stopped again, because this time he was speaking Mandarin.

After giving himself a light slap on the mouth, the overly excited Brian Carter was about to switch to English when he saw the white man in front of him, an elderly man with graying hair, also give himself a light slap on the mouth, then smile and say, “Do as he does. This must be their gesture of goodwill.”

With several crisp slaps, everyone standing in front of Brian Carter gave themselves a pat on the mouth, and two of them even made quite a loud sound.