Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

I have a hunch in my heart that the native who just started will definitely have further actions in the future.

And that player is dead.

The next action is likely to eat his corpse.

I understand their culture, customs, and concepts, but I can't fully accept them. Therefore, even though I took a considerable risk at this moment, I still stood up.

"He is dead."

I took a step forward and said in the local aboriginal language: "You have avenged your revenge. Now, I want to discuss something with you."

After hearing my words, the native raised his head slowly.

Unlike outsiders, these natives did not hide their emotions at all, and everything was presented naked, just like their attire.

The aborigine stared at me with widened eyes, his angular face was still filled with quite strong anger, and it took a long time before his thick lips opened and closed slightly.

"Do not."

He only uttered one word.

But just such a word has already made me feel great pressure, but since I choose to stand up, then I also have my own confidence.

I raised my finger and pointed to the team members with guns.

"You should know what they are holding in their hands, right?"

I looked at the natives in front of me, and then gestured for a gun with my hand, and made a shooting motion towards the women and children behind him: "Boom!"

Visible to the naked eye.

The muscles in his body tensed.

"Yes, as long as you are willing, I, and my people, must all die here."

I grinned, and then pointed behind him: "But, I swear to the God King, none of those women and children will survive before we die."

I know.

Like these aborigines, the tribes they belong to are generally not particularly large, and they will hide here, which proves that they must have experienced a war before.

Up to now, the remaining women and children here should be all their hopes for the future.

At this moment, those women and children are not just women and children, they are the entire future of this indigenous tribe, and they are also my bargaining chip, which is used to negotiate terms with this indigenous tribe.

"hey-hey."

After finishing speaking, I smiled harmlessly.

In fact, if I only cared about myself, there wouldn't be such troublesome things at all. As long as I wanted to, then I could completely rush out from here on my own.

After all, the poisonous arrows of those natives have no effect on me at all.

Even if I encounter their pursuit, at most I will only suffer a little bit of injury...

But now.

I not only want to protect myself, but also the players behind me, I also want to do my best to keep them alive.

Although I don't know if they will be able to leave the island alive in the end.

But at least for now, I can't let them die in front of me. After all, no matter what, we have the same blood, we are all descendants of Yan and Huang. Moreover, I have received many favors from their affiliated organizations before.

I am not an ungrateful person.

"mean!"

The natives scolded me: "You despicable invaders, you should all die! The great God King will not let you go, and you will all be buried under the majesty of the God King!"

"Then you want them to live."

I pointed to the woman behind him, and then to myself: "Or do you want us to die?"

The natives were silent.

I know there's an unimaginable amount of hatred on him right now, but that's not my concern.

"Bato!"

The man in front of me was still silent, but behind me, those natives holding bows and arrows couldn't help it at this moment, and one of them said loudly.

"Don't be impulsive, think about your children!"

As soon as I said this, the man named Barto in front of me was stunned for a moment, then turned his head suddenly, and looked at a little boy who looked about seven or eight years old among the women and children behind him.

The little boy was hiding behind a woman, quietly wiping away his tears.

Barto was stunned for a few seconds, and then, as if he had been stimulated by something, he suddenly turned around and slammed his fist on the ground.

This punch exhausted all his strength.

The ruthlessness in it made even me, a bystander, shudder in my heart when I saw it, for fear that he would make some unexpected move in the next moment.

Barto lowered his head, and with his rapid breathing, his chest also rose and fell rapidly.

"I just want to take my people and get out of here."

In order not to anger him, I tried my best to say to him in a calm tone: "Let's leave, I can assure you that these people will never set foot here again."

"Yes, you will never set foot here again..."

Indistinctly, I seem to have heard Barto talking about something, but his voice is too low, even with my hearing, it is a bit difficult to understand what he said.

After a while, he finally stood up.

He was a full head taller than me, and standing in front of me still felt extremely oppressive, I saw him staring at me condescendingly, and said word by word: "Yes."

A big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

So did the other natives behind them.

"He agreed to let us leave here." I turned my head and said to the players behind me.

heard.

The team members also breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, everyone here, including me, was under tremendous pressure. However, after Barto uttered those two words, half of the pressure finally dissipated.

Both sides put down their weapons.

However, they still didn't want to have too much contact with each other, so the two groups kept a certain distance in this small cave, leaving a certain space for me and the native named Bator in front of me.

"you……"

Barto pointed to one of the natives and said, "Go down and show them the way."

The native nodded after hearing this, and nimbly got in through the hole that only allowed one person to enter and exit.

"Let your men go down."

Then Barto said to me.

I nodded and gave the team members an order: "Follow that native, go!"

"And you."

Barto pointed at me: "You go down too."

And I chose to refuse.

In terms of his understanding of the environment here, Barto must have the upper hand. Let him go down first, and I will be at the bottom. If anything happens, he can at least block the knife, which can be regarded as an added guarantee for himself and the team members.

"You first."