Establishing His Authority

Luo Chong hunched forward stealthily, keeping his body hidden behind the bushes as he slowly approached the Terror Bird.

Crawling forward was out of the question. He was stark naked, bare-assed; crawling would chafe his balls. The thought filled Luo Chong with a wave of sorrow. Finding clothes had to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

The Terror Bird did not notice Luo Chong. It was still lowering its head to feast on the Chieftain's corpse, unaware that a god of slaughter who had once made enemies flee at the mere sound of his name had set his sights on it.

Luo Chong stopped five or six hundred meters away from the Terror Bird. He was not about to walk right up to it. Only an idiot would race a Terror Bird across open ground. Forget Terror Birds—even ostriches could outrun humans. All he needed to do now was lure it over. The Bolas was a ranged weapon to begin with.

After setting up the Bolas and finding the midpoint of the Snake Skin Rope, Luo Chong quietly stood up and began spinning it rapidly. The two Stones flew outward, instantly pulling the rope taut under centrifugal force. The Terror Bird immediately heard the commotion and raised its head to look at Luo Chong.

The women and children at the cave entrance watched with their hearts in their throats. They were all thinking, We're screwed. This brat has gone crazy. He isn't even as tall as that bird's legs—why the hell is he going to throw his life away?

"Hey—stupid bird, get your ass over here!"

Luo Chong rapidly alternated his hands as he swung the Bolas faster and faster. The Snake Skin Rope stretched straight as a rod. From afar, it looked uncannily like Sun Wukong spinning the Golden Cudgel.

Caw!

With a piercing shriek, the Terror Bird charged straight at Luo Chong. It stood over three meters tall, and even its legs were taller than Luo Chong. Its two long legs moved swiftly, covering half the six hundred meters in the blink of an eye, yet Luo Chong still stood firmly in place, swinging the Bolas.

The children at the cave entrance screamed in terror, covering their eyes with their hands. Yet the gaps between their fingers were wide open. They were scared stiff, but could not resist peeking, tangled in unbearable conflict. The pregnant women shouted for Luo Chong to run.

Luo Chong did not run. But the Terror Bird was already charging in. When it came within thirty meters of him, Luo Chong suddenly hurled the Bolas forward. Freed from his hand, it spun through the low air like an electric fan that had lost its central shaft.

The two spinning Stones, trailing the Snake Skin Rope, wrapped around the Terror Bird's legs. Pulled by the whipping Stones, the Snake Skin Rope rapidly tightened, binding its two long legs together. The Terror Bird, which had already charged within ten meters of Luo Chong, instantly lost its balance and crashed down. Its tremendous momentum sent it sliding another five meters before it finally stopped in front of him.

The fallen Terror Bird squawked wildly, its pitifully small wings flapping nonstop, but it could not get back on its feet.

The women and children at the cave entrance were all dumbstruck, mouths hanging open as they stared in disbelief at what had just happened. Too bad they were not modern people—otherwise, they would definitely have said, "Holy shit, that actually worked?"

Now was not the time to show off. Luo Chong quickly circled behind the Terror Bird and tied a knot in the Snake Skin Rope around its legs, preventing it from struggling free of the Bolas later. That put him at ease. He had captured a Terror Bird alive.

If the brothers under his command had been here, they would definitely have shouted, "Boss, you're awesome!" But when Luo Chong thought about what he looked like now, he lost all desire to show off before the children. Damn right he was awesome—his dick was swinging around, and he did not even have a pair of underwear. What was there to show off?

Luo Chong scanned the surroundings. There was nothing but yellow earth and bushes, not even a slightly larger rock. He turned and returned to the cave entrance, lifting the large goose-egg-shaped stone he had sat on while weaving baskets that morning. He planned to use it to end the Terror Bird's life.

Luo Chong did not intend to keep it. A giant carnivorous bird like this could not be domesticated anyway. It was better to kill it and eat the meat.

Seeing that the Terror Bird could not stand, the two braver boys gathered their courage and each carried a stone after Luo Chong. Luo Chong glanced back at them but said nothing. With a flick of his head, he signaled for them to follow. The three of them arrived together before the Terror Bird's head.

The Terror Bird was still squawking wildly, its body struggling nonstop, its tiny wings flapping as it stretched out its neck, still trying to peck people.

The two boys were still somewhat afraid and did not know what to do. Luo Chong gestured for them to watch, then raised his stone and smashed it down onto the Terror Bird's head. Blood instantly sprayed everywhere, splattering all three of them.

That blow did not kill the Terror Bird, but it had already been dazed. Its struggles grew much weaker. It had probably suffered a brain hemorrhage.

Perhaps stimulated by the blood, the two boys also raised their Stones and smashed them down onto the Terror Bird's head. Bang! Bang! This time, the Terror Bird stopped moving completely. Luo Chong carefully stepped forward to inspect it, then raised his stone again and smashed open the Terror Bird's skull, killing it thoroughly so it would not play dead—or suddenly rise up and hurt someone because it had not quite died yet.

Do not think that was unnecessary. Animals were born with the ability to play dead. If you let your guard down even slightly, it might suddenly come back to life and slip away right before your eyes. This was also a habit Luo Chong had developed from carrying out missions in the past: he had to make certain the target was truly dead.

The two boys looked at Luo Chong with eyes full of awe, but neither knew what to say. In truth, they could already speak. Their vocal cords and tongues were fully capable of normal pronunciation. After all, Luo Chong's body could speak.

Luo Chong untied the Snake Skin Rope from the Terror Bird's legs and wrapped it around his butt again. He also untied the Stones, then pointed at the Terror Bird. "Terror Bird." He had the two boys repeat after him. They were extremely obedient now—whatever Luo Chong did, they did as well. After five or six repetitions, they could pronounce it correctly. As long as they reviewed it often in the future and did not forget, it would be fine.

The two boys now looked every bit like Luo Chong's lackeys. Together with him, the three of them worked together to drag the Terror Bird by its legs toward the cave.

Seeing the three of them bring back such enormous prey, the children in the cave could no longer sit still. They rushed out of the cave screaming, and a whole group dragged the Terror Bird's legs back inside. A few five- or six-year-old children even picked up the Stones Luo Chong had used for the Bolas and brought them back.

Under the blazing noon sun, a boy wearing Snake Skin briefs led a group of bare-assed children as they dragged a giant Terror Bird along. A three-year-old girl sat astride the Terror Bird, crying out excitedly. It should have been a triumphant return, but looking at that scene now, it was simply too painful to behold.

It was way too obscene.

Several women worked together again to slowly push aside the massive stone, greeting the children's return with beaming smiles. This was the first time their tribe had ever captured such enormous prey.

At the edge of the distant forest, the two adult men hiding in the trees had also witnessed the entire process of Luo Chong killing the Terror Bird alone. They admired Luo Chong greatly. The three of them had merely tried to steal an egg and had lost one man, while Luo Chong, an underage child, had captured a Terror Bird alone. They were thoroughly convinced.

Primitive people did not have so many complicated thoughts. They simply worshipped the strong.

The two men climbed down from the trees and carried back the Chieftain's mangled remains as well. His belly had already been hollowed out. The women and children did not say anything, but they all kept far away. They shed no tears and did not cry. Death was simply too common to them.

There were few adult men in a Primitive Tribe, and there was a reason for that. Adult men were the main hunters. Without suitable weapons, it was normal to die when encountering large beasts. Several people might leave every morning, and if the same number returned that evening, it was already something to be thankful for. Humans were not yet at the top of the food chain. Survival was simply too difficult.