Not to mention, Grandmaster Level is terrifying, but if Qin Fang really gets angry and directly bombs them, these mountain people are very backward and probably don't even know what a bomb is.

They are ignorant of bombs and naturally won't take extra precautions. These bombs, personally made by the Bomb Madman Cao Chun, are extremely powerful. If people are gathered together, it would be easy to kill hundreds at a time.

Of course, Qin Fang isn't that cruel. These weapons of mass destruction are mainly for deterrence, not actually for killing people.

"Xiao Qin, you still have to listen to me..."

Auntie Song obviously wasn't completely reassured, thinking that Qin Fang, having not seen the barbarity of these mountain people and unaware of their ferocity, spoke so lightheartedly. If it came down to it, he might not hold up.

Nevertheless, the group still had to hasten their travel, continuing to walk forward. Naturally, they saw many mountain people along the way, who, seeing Qin Fang carrying Wen Yan, pointed and discussed amongst themselves.

These tribal people didn't speak Mandarin but the local mountain dialect or tribal language. Qin Fang couldn't understand a word, but Auntie Song could, and the look on her face grew increasingly worried.

The mountain paths became rougher, and the "road" gradually ceased to look like a road, signaling their deepening venture into the mountains, leaving behind the civilized world outside.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~

When they were still about ten miles away from the tribe where they planned to spend the night, several individuals were walking on a small mountain path. Suddenly, a series of rustling sounds were heard, and roughly a dozen arrows shot from the cliff beside, directly blocking the way forward for Qin Fang and his group.

Not only that, but soon about ten people appeared with Miao Knives and bows, quickly descending from the cliff, blocking Qin Fang and the four others back and forth.

"It's people from the Gelan Tribe..."

Auntie Song's face turned slightly pale as she whispered mostly to her husband, Uncle Wen.

"Han people?"

The leader was a young man in his twenties, with dark skin and bizarre patterns painted on his face, resembling a Native American. His clothes were ragged, but the ornaments hanging were quite valuable, seemingly made of pure gold.

He was expected to speak the incomprehensible local dialect, but surprisingly, he also spoke some simple Mandarin, albeit with a very strange accent.

"Gelan's play... You are people from the Gelan Tribe, right? I am friends with your tribe leader, Baru..."

Uncle Wen immediately stepped forward, first spoke in the local dialect, then started conversing with the young man in Mandarin.

"Do you know my father?"

The young man was also stunned, looking at Uncle Wen with a very puzzled expression, obviously not quite believing him. "How come I've never heard him mention this Han friend of his?"

"He might have forgotten, but you can definitely go back and ask him. We are in a hurry here, please let us pass..."

Hearing this, Uncle Wen's expression turned a bit strange, not expecting such a bad attitude. He did know the chief of the Gelan Tribe, who had once left the mountains to see the world and coincidentally got arrested by Uncle Wen during a prostitution raid...

"Okay!"

The young tribal leader seemed quite easy to talk to. Seeing Uncle Wen speak so confidently, he immediately nodded in agreement without any suspicion.

"You can go, but she... must stay!"

Just as the group was about to move, the young tribe leader followed up, "I happen to need a wife, I'll take her back... Tsk, this woman is really nice, almost as good as my sister Zhuoma! A perfect match for me!"

The young tribe leader almost directly pointed at the sorrowful Wen Yan lying on Qin Fang.

Wen Yan is an exceptional beauty, and compared to the girls in the mountain tribes, she has a more urban elegance, along with stunning looks, which had the young tribe leader smitten at first sight.

If Wen Yan was walking on the ground at that time, even though he felt attracted, he couldn't do much; at best, he could follow them to their destination and then personally bring gifts to propose marriage—

But unexpectedly, Wen Yan was being carried on Qin Fang's back, and according to the mountain customs, he could kidnap her, so he immediately went to the tribe to gather people for the kidnapping.

"Young Tribe Leader, this is my daughter, she is of the Han people, not a mountain person, the mountain rules do not apply to her…"

Uncle Wen was naturally frowning; he knew the mountain rules well, but didn't expect this young tribe leader to be fooled, even trying this trick on him.

During this conversation, his hand had already reached his waist; he was worried that something might go wrong in the mountains, so he brought a gun with him, ready to use it in self-defense if pushed to the limit.

"Once you're in the mountains, you must follow the rules of the mountains…"

But this young tribe leader wouldn't just let them go easily, his eyes almost glued onto Wen Yan, not quite blinded by lust, but his gaze was inescapable.

"What a saying, 'Once you're in the mountains, follow the mountain rules'!"

Qin Fang had been coldly observing the whole time, originally thinking things could easily pass, but unexpectedly, this boy had taken a liking to his woman, which quite upset him.

But he didn't know the rules of the mountains, not wanting to make things too much of a mess... But unexpectedly, this boy was just too clueless and kept pressing on.

"Do you have an objection? Then ask my knife first..."

The young tribe leader glanced at Qin Fang, seeing him as nothing but a tender-faced pretty boy, completely incomparable to their rugged mountain men, his eyes filled with disdain, and while speaking, he shook the Miao Knife in his hand, expressing sheer contempt.

"Brother Qin Shou, it looks like someone is disrespecting us, let's teach him a lesson!"

Since the team leader was so foolish, Qin Fang naturally didn't need to be polite anymore; he immediately grinned and signaled to Song Qingshan, who had been silent next to him.

Although Song Qingshan had recovered his memory, their relationship remained the same as before; Qin Fang still called him Brother Qin Shou, mainly out of habit, which was hard to change all at once.

Song Qingshan wasn't a petty person; although he had some minor dissatisfaction about the situation, the name was just a tag. He wasn't even sure if his last name was Song; changing a name wasn't a big deal.

"Leave it to me..."

Song Qingshan nodded, gave a simple hum, and with a slight movement, instantly rushed towards the young tribe leader.

As he moved, a faint golden light shimmered around his body, the signs of the activation of the Grandmaster Level Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training Golden Bell Cover, which was absolutely impervious to blades and swords.

It might not withstand firearms, but against these cold weapons, it was more than sufficient.

"Xiao Qin..."

Auntie Song, who was anxiously watching, saw Song Qingshan make his move, and immediately called out to Qin Fang in extreme nervousness.

In the mountains, violence was not the solution to problems; sometimes it could make things even worse, as in this situation where, if not handled properly, they could end up making enemies with the entire Gelan Tribe.

Uncle Wen felt similarly; being a policeman, he dreaded mass incidents, especially involving minorities, which troubled them the most.

But the current situation also greatly displeased him; this young tribe leader was too clueless, actually trying to kidnap his daughter, making him furious.

But as furious as he was, he didn't dare to escalate too much, so seeing Qin Fang letting Song Qingshan take action, he was very anxious and had already pulled out his gun, ready to help if necessary...(To be continued. If you like this book, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation.)

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