Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2357 - 1781: Request to See the Clan Leader

From the minibus driver, Bai Xiaosheng learned that the Kuer Clan and Kurik Clan had accepted modern civilization while preserving their fierce, combat-ready traditions. They still upheld the coming-of-age ceremony of hunting in ancient forests to sharpen their ferocity. These clans began farming only in the past two or three decades, and relishing its rewards, they developed an intense attachment to their territory, igniting this brutal clash over irrigation rights.

Amid the yells outside insisting on surrendering Huaxia individuals who backed the Kuers, Bai Xiaosheng looked out the window at the Kurik warriors encircling them and knitted his brows. The young fighters, their faces daubed with pigments and spears in hand, radiated bold rebellion and dauntless courage, eyes burning with savage determination and zero sign of levity.

The minibus driver’s face paled in alarm, while the five guards aboard gripped their weapons tensely.

These tribal fighters proved the hardest to handle, charging into death without flinching, and once blood spilled, the fight raged until one faction lay annihilated.

In truth, this wasn’t some grand crisis outsiders might grasp; it boiled down to mere stance or preference—did it merit such explosive fury?

Yet for these clans, fresh from bloody skirmishes with heavy losses, hatred simmered at fever pitch, where one spark could unleash inferno-like rage.

Tribal minds worked simply and bluntly: aiding the foe made you the enemy!

Even short of death, they’d ensure the rivals endured torment!

"Who’s been feeding them such lies!" The minibus driver muttered in fright, then mustered a grin toward the young chief beyond the glass, soothing him, "My friend, we all stand solidly with the Kurik people—no way we side with the Kuer people’s nonsense!"

Yet these assurances fell flat.

The Kurik leader’s eyes sharpened as he growled, "We’ll sort out if any Kuer backers hide among you. Refuse to unlock and let us check? Then you’re hiding guilt!"

These foes refused to budge an inch.

The driver’s features twisted in dismay.

As the pair bantered in their alien tongue, the scowling dark-skinned fighters pressed closer outside, prompting the onboard guards to clutch rifles tightly, the charged air stirring dread among the accompanying Huaxia travelers.

Not a soul grasped the native dialect, so every gaze fixed on Bai Xiaosheng, awaiting his rundown of events.

"Mr. Bai, what’s going on?"

"Why are we blocked, and what’s their demand?"

"This vibe feels off! What’s brewing?"

The group murmured in hushed worry, voices low.

"I’ll take care of it—stay cool, everyone." Bai Xiaosheng assured the others.

Right then, Bai Xiaosheng caught the driver quizzing the outer youth leader, "My friend, who fed you that gossip? I vow, no such person rides with us."

"A white woman said it—she informed us!"

"Open up now!" the warrior snarled, thrusting his spear high.

The surrounding Kurik folk pounded the earth in sync, slamming spear butts down while bellowing together, "Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha!"

Assault loomed on the brink.

Terror-struck, the minibus driver shrank back.

Inside the bus, Bai Xiaosheng pieced it together: that white SUV crew’s woman, fluent in the tongue, had stirred this chaos!

What cutthroats!

They’d slyly laid a snare, digging a grave for them.

With tensions skyrocketing and the uproar tied to him, Bai Xiaosheng refused to stand idle.

He clapped the driver’s shoulder, then called loudly to the window’s young headman, "Mind if we chat, friend?"

Spotting Bai Xiaosheng’s dark hair and golden skin, the youth leader’s gaze tightened, declaring, "Huaxia man!"

Noting Bai Xiaosheng spoke their lingo, the chief jabbed his spear toward him, "You—get out and speak!"

Suddenly uneasy, the minibus driver hissed to Bai Xiaosheng, "Stay inside! These folk strike on impulse, heedless of peril—it’s risky for you!"

The onboard troops also protested, urging him back.

Clueless about the exchange, the bus’s Huaxia passengers eyed Bai Xiaosheng anxiously.

Lin Weiwei blurted, "What’s up, Sheng?"

Lei Ying, grasping the situation better now, quickly declared, "Are you heading down? If you're determined to do so, I'll accompany you!"

"Why go down there?" Lin Weiwei gazed at the crowd outside the window and exclaimed anxiously, "It's way too dangerous!"

Bai Xiaosheng motioned calmly to everyone, soothing their nerves, before grinning at Weiwei, "No cause for alarm, I'm merely descending to settle this matter with them."

While saying this, Bai Xiaosheng shot Lin Weiwei a comforting smile and look.

Bai Xiaosheng then flashed a smile at Lei Ying, "No need for you to join me; I'm not planning a brawl, just a chat."

Lei Ying nodded in agreement.

Bai Xiaosheng spoke in the local dialect to ease the minibus driver and guards, then swung open the bus door and strode out.

Via Red Lotus’s search feature, Bai Xiaosheng uncovered details on the Kurik people buried in the immense sea of internet data. Fiercely aggressive and battle-loving, they upheld a rigid code of honor, shunning group attacks on enemies. Violence, if it arose, meant dispatching a single warrior.

Bai Xiaosheng held no fear for a fair one-versus-one clash.

Yet, having Lei Ying tag along would shift the whole scenario's dynamic.