Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2356 - 1780: Tell Him to Come Out! (3)

This time around, even before Lei Ying could act, several soldiers on guard duty in the vehicle swiftly raised their guns. The sharp clicks of bolts echoed as they aimed the barrels straight at the intruders.

'Stop right there! Don’t move!' the soldiers bellowed furiously.

The pair of massive white men froze in place, then quickly lifted their hands high, offering complete compliance.

Shock filled the woman’s eyes as she stared at the soldiers in their security gear, before shooting a fierce glare at Bai Xiaosheng and scanning the Huaxia folks crammed in the car.

'Hired bodyguards, huh?' the woman scoffed mockingly.

'Let me explain,' Bai Xiaosheng rushed to say.

The stunning woman brushed the mud from her face and sneered, 'Your fists pack a punch—no explanations needed.'

'Let’s move out!' With a wave, the beauty summoned her crew and spun around to descend from the vehicle.

Bai Xiaosheng’s mouth gaped open, but the chance to clarify slipped away.

The two hulking white men disembarked silently too, and the soldiers tasked with safeguarding Bai Xiaosheng and his group made no move to halt them, allowing their exit.

Seeing this, Bai Xiaosheng had no recourse but to drop his explanation efforts.

Yet moments later, Bai Xiaosheng caught the woman’s voice drifting from beyond the window—not in English, but astonishingly in the local dialect.

'Just you wait! This isn’t over!' the woman spat venomous threats, clearly loud enough for the guards to overhear, preserving her dignity.

Stunned, Bai Xiaosheng peered out, puzzled by this woman who spoke with a Ganande accent yet mastered the local tongue.

Sure enough, before climbing into her ride, the woman whipped around for one last look at him.

Her gaze burned with pure resentment.

The grudge had evidently deepened...

Sister, I swear I’m innocent here!

Bai Xiaosheng brimmed with a sense of 'wrongful accusation,' utterly voiceless in his defense.

The white SUV up front roared to life, tires kicking up twin sprays of mud as it sped off rapidly.

Bai Xiaosheng kept his eyes on its departure.

'Can we head out now?' Finally, their Black driver swallowed hard and queried Bai Xiaosheng.

The onboard soldiers couldn’t resist glancing at Bai Xiaosheng either, awaiting his command.

Bai Xiaosheng exhaled deeply, rose from his seat, dashed upfront, and plopped down beside the driver. Grabbing the map, he grumbled, 'Yeah, let’s roll—I’ll navigate for you this time. Just drive.'

Bai Xiaosheng’s minibus pressed onward once more.

Recalling the woman nursing her grudge, Bai Xiaosheng felt a mix of irritation and amusement, inwardly mocking himself: What bizarre luck and knack for chaos do I possess that trouble shadows me everywhere!

Still, with the incident behind them, no use dwelling in regret—Bai Xiaosheng shoved it aside and concentrated on guiding the driver, averting further mishaps en route.

The minibus bumped along the rough, muddy track for some time, until wooden placards began popping up ahead.

These weren’t for navigation or routes, but stark warnings.

Bai Xiaosheng squinted at them and froze in surprise.

Scrawled in clumsy script: Kuer Clan No Entry, Enter at Your Own Risk!

Beneath it: Warning from the Kurik People.

The nearer they drew, the more of these signs dotted the path.

Astonishment gripped Bai Xiaosheng as he observed.

Is this the reservoir feud pitting the two clans? Kuer People versus Kurik People...

Looks like they’ve ventured into Kurik territory!

The Black driver spotted the signs too and cautioned promptly, 'We’re about to pass a Kurik village—don’t badmouth the Kurik People. If questioned, swear your support! These folks are tough; they cling to their savage tribal ways.'

Bai Xiaosheng nodded in understanding.

Likely, detouring to Kuer turf would demand the opposite pledge.

This tribal clash even drags strangers into choosing sides—almost comical.

Before long, the village loomed into view afar.

At road’s end flickered a tiny white speck—the prior SUV, it seemed.

Having spotted the warnings, the dialect-savvy woman ought to breeze through unscathed, Bai Xiaosheng mused.

Inside the lead vehicle sat the blonde beauty indeed. She cranked down her window, flashing a grin at a tribal guard outside, then flicked her gaze to the rearview—spotting the minibus closing in, a sly, odd smile tugged at her lips.

In flawless local dialect, the beauty told the checkpoint sentry, 'Kurik People, victorious!'

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Finally, Bai Xiaosheng’s vehicle pulled up to the blockade positioned just beyond the village, encircled by over twenty men clad in ancient tribal garb, their faces and torsos streaked with white pigment, gripping spears tightly.

The driver rolled down the window, flashed a grin at the group, and proclaimed, "Kurik People, victorious!"

Yet, the chieftain among the tribal fighters squinted his eyes faintly, fixed a chilly gaze on the driver, and demanded, "I heard there’s a Huaxia person in the car who supports the Kuer People?"

"Have him come out!"