<h4>Chapter 1567: ughtered</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>_Min_ <strong>Editor: </strong>Rainystars


    In the evening, while the Morsi Tribe celebrated the victory of the hunt, a banquet was also held in the pce of Mombasa. The host of the banquet was of course War Chief Duaman, but this banquet was not to celebrate anything but to settle the difference between Morsi Tribe and Future Development.


    Therefore, War Chief Duaman also invited the envoy from Morsi Tribe and the manager of Future Development Africa, Feng Yuan.


    Even if his brain was not the smartest, he was definitely not the fool to be able to sit as the War Chief of the United African Tribes. One was his most brave hound, and the other was a goat with sharp horns. In order to allow the goat to grow its fur, it was necessary tofort it.


    However, the two people who sat at the banquet seemed to have no intention of shaking hands and making peace.


    Before the banquet started, the War Chief spoke a lot of words in a high-sounding manner and proposed a toast with all the nobles and courtiers in the room, then he said something like “harmony is the most important” and “there won’t be a next time”. He did not even say a single harsh reprimand to the aggressive Morsi Tribe.


    “....You and Manak are both important friends of Steel Teeth tribe. I hope you can toast a ss of wine so that the seeds of hatred will turn into dust on the Sahara desert and be taken away by the breath of Mother Earth.”


    After Duaman spoke, he looked at Feng Yuan and Manak who sat on opposite sides of him, then indicated that they could toast each other.


    From the words of War Chief Duaman, Feng Yuan learned that the name of this envoy was Manak. He was a nobleman from Morsi Tribe, and he was also a very prestigious warrior in the tribe. He silently noted the name, said nothing, and stood up.


    Two maids in gold ornaments brought a tray forward and walked towards the two who sat opposite each other. The gilded wine ss was ced in the center of the tray, and the swaying liquid was like blood.


    In any case, there was nothing wrong with the wine.


    However, when Feng Yuan reached for the wine ss from the gilded tray, Manak, who sat across from him with his arms folded, didn’t even touch the wine ss. He directly spat into the wine ss.


    The atmosphere at the banquet instantly cooled down, and everyone looked at Feng Yuan, who stood there alone, with the intention of watching the drama unfold.


    Manak seemed to feel that what he had just done was not enough. After he spat, he looked at Feng Yuan contemptuously and humiliated him with a voice that everyone could hear.


    However, because the envoy didn’t use French, Feng Yuan didn’t understand what he was talking about.


    Feng Yuan did not get angry, he slightly turned his head and whispered to the interpreter standing behind him.


    “What did he say.”


    The interpreter standing behind him hesitated, gritted his teeth, and finally exined in a quiet voice.


    “He said...Morsi will not sit with a coward, and that it will stigmatize our totem...”


    “I see.”


    After Feng Yuan listened, he was unexpectedly calm. So much so that the interpreter was slightly taken aback.


    When nobles, courtiers, and representatives of other tribes at the banquet saw that the Asian did not respond, the way they looked at Feng Yuan turned from anticipation to contempt and then to disdain.


    On the prairie, the order was dictated by power, and the weak was destined to be enved. It was thew since before the war and it did not change whether the outside world was at peace or destruction. If he did not have the courage to fight other tribes’ humiliation, then he would only be looked down upon by everyone.


    Feng Yuan did not take those contemptuous looks to heart, Feng Yuan just nced at War Chief Duaman, and saw that he had noments on Manak’s behavior. He quickly understood the situation.


    If it was in Pan-Asia, spitting in front of the host’s ss of wine is not a p to the enemy’s face, but to the host’s face. Even the most simple-minded, straightforward man did not do this. But there didn’t seem to be so many unwritten rules and traditions here. Just by the way the War Chief took everything for granted, Feng Yuan knew that he was not going to me Morsi Tribe.


    <i>Maybe this is the difference between civilized and barbaric.</i>


    “It seems that not all of War Chief Duaman’s vassals understand etiquette. It just so happens that I have no interest in drinking with uncivilized beasts.” Feng Yuan poured the wine in the ss on the ground, and then gazed at Manak who sat there with a look of disdain, and said nonchntly, “As for your cup, I will make you drink it on your knees.”


    Manak grinned and showed a ferocious look.


    “You can try it, monkey.”


    This time he used French.


    At this moment, the gate of the pce was suddenly pushed open, and a panicked soldier ran. After he got down on one knee next to War Chief Dauman, he said something hastily.


    Because it was too far away, Feng Yuan didn’t hear what he said, but he saw that War Chief Duaman’s expression gradually turned uglier.


    At this time, the EP around his wrist rang.


    He clicked on the screen, read the text, and looked at the attachments. He once again looked at Manak who sat across from him and said with a half-smile.


    “I didn’t expect to fulfill my words so soon.”


    While he said the sentence, he took out a memory card from his pocket, inserted it in the EP, then stuffed it into the holographicputer pen, and threw it on the table in front of Manak.


    At the moment Feng Yuan threw the holographicputer pen over, Manak’s pupils suddenly constricted, and the cheetah-like muscles seemed to tighten, but after he realized that it was not a weapon, he sneered and dropped his vignce.


    “You can open it. If don’t know how, I can teach you,” Feng Yuan said in French with a smile.


    Manak smiled with disdain again. He grabbed and clicked the button on the holographicputer pen. He proved to Feng Yuan that he knew how to use it. However, the moment he turned on the switch, he was stunned by the picture that appeared on the pop-up holographic screen.


    On the screen was a picture overlooking the ground from a high altitude.


    Because it was nighttime and too high up, only the bright spots in the middle of the screen were visible.


    Manak faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn’t tell what was wrong. Suddenly, he found the hill in the corner of the picture seemed a bit familiar.


    But just when he was about to look carefully, the picture zoomed in towards the bright spot in the middle.


    Manak was stunned.


    He finally saw clearly.


    In the center of the picture was his tribe, and the rising me was the bonfire of the sacrificial celebration.


    Suddenly, something fell from the side of the camera, and it quickly turned into a ck spot and disappeared into the night.


    Just as Manak was thinking about what disappeared on the screen, a dazzling white light exploded in the air above Morsi Tribe without the slightest warning...