The two returned to their resting campsite, and Ye Wudao quickly removed the charred meat from the fire. Luckily, he had only put a small portion of the meat on the fire to roast, otherwise, they would have had nothing to eat.
"Ye Wudao, do you think… that native could be from the Cannibal Tribe that Dr. David mentioned?" Zhao Xiaodie still seemed worried.
"I don't know. No matter if they are from the Cannibal Tribe or not, if they dare to come here, I won't be polite." Ye Wudao was no ordinary person. Such tribes could intimidate ordinary people, but trying to scare Ye Wudao was futile.
