Tony's reaction could not have been quicker.
He thought this white man was a little foolish, but probably quite trustworthy, with a kindness that could be exploited.
Whether for payment or some other reason, he should grant his request.
As for that tribe, it was actually where the camp was. Dealing with one white man would not be much of a problem.
He had deliberately displayed fatigue and weakness, reining in his ferocity, all to win sympathy.
But he had overlooked far too many suspicious points—for instance, why was Aaron here? And how was he supposed to explain his own condition and the pursuers behind him?
Aaron did not answer. He merely stepped forward and raised the entrenching shovel in his hand.
Bang!
The shovel smashed directly into Tony's head. Aaron had already held back the vast majority of his strength, making him no different from an ordinary adult at the moment.
Yet Tony was knocked to the ground with ease, his head split open and blood streaming down his face.
"You..."
Tony felt a hot current flowing down from his head and into his mouth, carrying the rank taste of blood. The way he looked at Aaron turned venomous and hateful. "White-skinned devil!"
"You were the one who broke our agreement first."
Aaron tossed aside the shovel, crouched down, and slowly yet firmly pulled the piece of "History Stele Inscription" from Tony's hand.
"No... that's mine... my treasure!"
Tony struggled frantically, but his body had already weakened to the utmost limit. He felt his life nearing its end, and his desperation only grew. "Please... give it back!"
This was the treasure they had stolen only after exhausting everything they had!
"No, it isn't yours. Have you forgotten? We had an agreement..." Aaron replied calmly. "I wanted your most precious