[Gray Wolf]
Translated into human language, that’s his name.
He got injured in battle, but even with a leg and an arm shot through with bullets, he managed to kill three warriors, showing just how ferocious he could be.
It was because of this that he caught Chen Feng’s attention.
Two Demon Horns appeared on Chen Feng’s head at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this moment, sitting on the chair, he seemed like a demon crawling out from the Abyss, using his mere presence to instill a primal fear in Gray Wolf.
"What do you think about what I asked you to consider?" Chen Feng asked faintly.
The Demon Horns granted Chen Feng the ability to communicate with him.
With two thousand natives, it was a massive population to govern, and humans with a language barrier were completely unsuitable. Hence, he needed a puppet to help him complete this management task.
The Gray Wolf before him was undoubtedly the best choice.
Gray Wolf looked somewhat hesitant. This man, deemed a true warrior in the jungle, resembled a small beast in front of Chen Feng. He murmured, "I’m sorry, I can’t agree to your request. You destroyed my homeland; I can’t help you oppress my people. If I can’t avoid it, I’d rather choose death."
Tough? Perhaps.
This was a true warrior, loyal to his heart even in such disadvantageous circumstances.
"Is that so?" Chen Feng’s face bore a playful expression as he slowly said, "You should know, you will never return to your homeland, and here is your new starting point. You and your people are merely my slaves, your lives and deaths held in my hands. However, I’m not as bloodthirsty as you imagine. My only demand is for you to work better for me. I can give you houses, clothes, food, and even a chance to regain freedom."
"Freedom requires strength to maintain!"
"Without my pardon, you and all your offspring will spend life in only one identity, that of a slave."
"Is this what you wish?"
"For yourself and your people to serve me like livestock, punished by the whip at the slightest mistake, even unto death."
"You should know, my subordinates can’t communicate with you, so some requests can’t be conveyed to me. But you’re different. If you can help me control these people, even if you occasionally make some moderate demands of me, I might just meet them."
Chen Feng’s words echoed in Gray Wolf’s ears like the obscure language of a demon. This stubborn man showed a hint of struggle; they were now dependent, a reflection of their situation. Chen Feng was right. If others controlled the tribe, misunderstandings would arise due to the language barrier.
Even worse, those evil, cruel, and ruthless humans might amuse themselves by whipping the tribe like beasts, which was not what he wanted to see.
"Listen."
Chen Feng stood and looked down at him, "You only have one chance. I need you to help me control these people. As long as you complete your daily tasks, I’ll provide food and shelters for warmth."
"Moreover, I occasionally pardon well-performing individuals for freedom. Do you know what this means? Those people can have their own land under my power, even enlist, and become warriors under my command."
"My mercy only happens this once."
"I don’t like being rejected. If you refuse me again, I’ll kill you as you wish, and your people will forever lose their chance of freedom."
"Now, give me your answer."
Intimidation and temptation were Chen Feng’s habitual tactics; though somewhat cliché, they were very effective.
Gray Wolf wavered. Under Chen Feng’s linguistic onslaught, his persistence had become like foam, already riddled with holes.
Accepting surrender.
Though somewhat aiding the enemy, this was the tribe’s last opportunity. As a jungle warrior, when capturing prey, he could lie in a swamp all day without moving.
Patience and perseverance.
Two life forms, two civilizations, yet in some matters, they were remarkably similar.
Gray Wolf compromised; he stiffly nodded, and this small gesture seemed to consume all his strength, leaving his face pale. Clearly, his stubbornness, like a maiden’s chastity, had been placed on the ground and rubbed by Chen Feng until it vanished!
Chen Feng smiled.
He needed a commander like this.
Otherwise, controlling those native slaves would take much longer. With a puppet like him, many things could proceed more quickly.
As for whether Gray Wolf would gather strength and initiate a rebellion, Chen Feng had no concern at all.
This was his domain.
Far away in the native’s plane, he could defeat these people as easily as dealing with ants. And in his domain, these people even dreaming of overturning the situation was simply wishful thinking.
Wherever there is oppression, there will be resistance?
If you’re not afraid of dying, feel free to try.