Chapter 1179 — There's a Black-Faced Judge
Even the so-called scholars on the archaeological team had picked up weapons—and not just any weapons, but high-quality American firearms fitted with holographic sights. Clearly, they had decided to stop hiding their true colors and show their fangs.
They had been putting on airs not long ago. Who would've thought they'd let the mask slip so quickly?
It was kind of hilarious.
But compared with the mission, their own safety was obviously more important—a decision that fit perfectly with America's people-first philosophy.
The Chinese team, however, reacted to the Americans' warning with casual indifference.
When it came to beasts, there were only two kinds: edible and inedible.
What else was there?
They couldn't think of anything!
To Luan Zhengwei and the others, even the fiercest beasts were usually less dangerous than people.
The human heart was treacherous. Who knew what dangers might be lurking nearby?
Rather than worry about beasts, they'd be wiser to watch out for those Americans of unknown origins. They were carrying guns and acting like they were ready for a fight. Even a blind man could see something was off.
After shouting his warning, the white man saw that the Chinese team wasn't reacting. He grew anxious, but still retreated, joining his companions in adopting a tense, battle-ready stance.
"These people have nothing better to do. What are they getting all worked up about?"
Li Bai yawned lazily, stretched, and took his Great Sword back into the tent.
It wasn't daylight yet. He might as well get a little more sleep. There'd be plenty to prepare once the sun came up.
As for the beasts, he wasn't worried at all.
There were so many tribal chiefs up on the mountain. They had at least a hundred AK-47s, along with