As Grandet watched the man emerge from behind the tree, he searched his memory but still couldn't recall where he had seen the man before.
With long hair reaching his neck, deeply sunken cheeks, somewhat frightening bulging eyes, a disheveled beard, and a spear-like figure, he resembled a ghost from the abyss.
The man who came out gestured to the new recruit who had taken Grandet hostage. The recruit understood, moved the knife from Grandet's neck to his waist, and released his left hand.
"Sir, please forgive my forgetfulness, I really can't remember where I've seen you before."
" Grandet, do you remember the one who even the lord couldn't do anything about?" the spear-like man reminded Grandet.
"Ah? You are…" Grandet finally remembered, this person might be the Bandits. He had heard of Big Chief before.
But did he hear Ma Si Ke say that there are no more bandits in the jungle?
Now this Big Chief What are the bandits doing here? Are they specifically targeting him? Or have these bandits just returned from elsewhere?
"Yes, Grandet, you guessed right."
"Ah! So it's the Big Chief. I've long heard of your illustrious reputation. May I ask what brings you here?"
"Hehe! Grandet, it's nothing really. I went on a long trip a few days ago and only recently returned. We need some basic supplies now, you understand?"
Former Big Chief "Muscle Man," the current Big Chief spearman said to Grandet.
"Ah! Big Chief, I understand your difficulties very well, and I'll leave everything to you. But can you understand the hardships of a merchant? I don't know how far it is from home. Could we take these horses and donkey cart with us?"
Grandet glanced again at Big Chief and the bandits around him. He remembered hearing that Big Chief was a muscle man, tall and burly. He wondered how he had become like this.
The bandits were of inconsistent quality and didn't look like bandits at all.
It seems Big Chief's trip has run into some problems, and he's now planning to start over, with himself as his first target.
"Hehe! Grandet, I completely understand your predicament. How about this: I'll leave you a donkey cart, which will be just enough to fit you all."
"Thank you so much, Big Chief, for your generosity."
"Okay, remember not to say bad things about me when you get home."
"How could that be! I, Grandet, am not that kind of person."
Grandet was truly devastated; not only had he not earned a single penny on this trip, he had also lost everything. He stood there dumbfounded.
"What? Mr. Grandet, do you need me to take you home?"
Big Chief, the spearman, looked impatient and gestured to the men who had kidnapped Grandet to release him.
"Ah! Big Chief, no need, no need."
Grandet quickly had his men unload the goods from a donkey cart, and then told the others to get on the donkey cart and leave.
" Mr. Grandet, remember to head towards the area with lots of willow trees, and you'll be home soon."
Big Chief, the spearman, shouted at Grandet's departing figure.
After Grandet disappeared into the jungle, the spear-wielding man said to the new recruit, "You did a great job this time."
"Chief, this is what I should do."
"Yes, we were able to escape from that place thanks to you. Luckily, you didn't go in with us that day, but stayed outside to observe the situation."
"That was your foresight, Chief."
"Well, let's not talk about this for now. From now on, you'll be our Second Leader."
"Thank you, Big Chief."
The spear-wielding man clenched his fist, his eyes fixed on the direction of Grey Castle Territory. "Damn ants, how dare they turn me into this! I'll make you pay!"