Chapter 184
The pretty girl said this then left with her indignant companions.
Jiang Chen hadn’t expected that. He thought for a while and followed them.
“What else do you want?!” The hot-tempered girl called Yang Jia stared at him.
The others didn’t look friendly towards him either.
Jiang Chen smiled, trying to make himself look approachable. He said, “Guys, don’t get me wrong. I went into the mountains to hunt with my buddies, but we ran into monsters and I’m the only one that survived. Then I got lost in the forest and was trapped there, until today. Could you please kindly take me out of here?”
Such an unusual story didn’t sound true, but judging from Jiang Chen’s current appearance, the six believed him without doubts.
They looked at each other and walked away to discuss what to do.
Zhang Juan couldn’t stop crying at home, her parents sighing all day.
Guards were standing outside the door, in case Zhang Juan tried to run away.
“Juan, this is fate. We’re not powerful enough, so we have to accept it,” her mother said helplessly.
Zhang Juan didn’t answer. She was sitting by the window, watching the stars and thinking of the rumors about her future husband, who was cruel and fond of women.
His thirty-odd wives had all been kidnapped by him. He imprisoned them on a mountain and made them have children like machines after he lost interest in them.
Some of them had tried to escape, but the gangsters caught them and raped them in groups.
“God, help me,” Zhang Juan was praying silently.
Time passed. At dawn, the warriors of the tribe entered her room. The wife of the chief and some maidens rudely did facial makeup for her and made her change into a red wedding dress.
After all this was done, she was taken to the gates of the tribe. Important members of the tribe were there, including the chief and his kids.
“Zhang Juan, don’t worry. We’ll help you take care of your parents.” The chief was a muscular middle-aged man. His tone left no room for arguments.
“Yeah, it’s just your luck to be married to the leader of the Flying Dragon Gang’s son,” a girl about Zhang Juan’s age said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. She was at least twice as fat as Zhang Juan and gloating obviously.
The girl was the chief’s daughter. In their tribe, Zhang Juan was always called “little beauty.” She had always been unhappy about it, but at that moment, she felt cheerful since Zhang Juan’s beauty had brought her bad fortune.
“Chief, I want to see my friends,” Zhang Juan said.
“Sure,” the chief nodded. Yang Jia and the other four were brought to her. They felt sorrowful when they saw Zhang Juan in her wedding dress and burst into tears.
“Don’t cry! What if the Flying Dragon Gang sees you like this?!” The chief stared at them angrily.
Hardly had his voice disappeared when they saw a swirl of dust outside the tribe and heard many hooves hitting the ground. A big group of people on horses were running towards them.
Those of the Verdant Wood Tribe became pale and nervous. They didn’t dare to even breathe too hard. Zhang Juan and the others were trembling.