The gap between the rich and the poor is reflected here. The richest area is the most central part of the tribe. The buildings are luxurious and spectacular, but the tribal warriors are not seen. The people who come in and out are well-dressed people. They do not have a strong figure and are all weak, like a group of colorful quails.

There were more piles of materials, all kinds of materials, piled up in the huge cargo yard, and things were sent in or transported out every minute and every second, which made the buns in the western wilderness stunned. Even the same-sexed teeth were a little uncomfortable, and the number of times they looked at Gao Feng increased, and they were stared back by Gao Feng's fierce gaze.

"The Yellow Tribe is one of the largest tribes in the southern wilderness. Every year, trades thousands of materials with the Fortress of Despair, so you will never see them in your lifetime... At least millions of bags of food come from there every year, collecting all kinds of fur, herbs, animal bones, and...."

The best Kanzi who can teach Erzha is obviously very affectionate with the Yellow Throat Tribe. Here he can stand up with his chest and look tall and proud. Erzha and others were all stunned by the tribe of this size. Only Gao Feng's eyes scanned the towers surrounding the central area. The towers as high as more than ten meters can accommodate at least twenty to forty guards, forming a huge encirclement to surround the center point.

On the surface, the Huangju tribe is rich and huge, but Gao Feng can feel the indifference and hostility between people here, and can also see the barriers and hatred caused by the differences between the rich and the poor. There are also the defense systems in the tribe that are not internal and external, which prove that the Huangju tribe is far more complicated than the Black Claw Tribe.

"Are you Erzhao? The son of your sister-in-law?" Some people will become the center of everyone's sight when they stand up. When the new leader of the Huangqi tribe stands up, his words are the holy words that others dare not interrupt.

The young yellow throat was handsome and cheerful. Just one sentence made the two claws feel like spring breeze. He heard the enthusiasm from his words.

As the leader of the team, Kuoya became an inconspicuous country bumpkin at the moment when Huang Ju appeared. Here, only Huang Ju and Er Ju are the center, and he and others were ignored intentionally or unintentionally.

If Gao Feng was not in the team, Shuya might show something strange, but at this moment, his eyes were always between his feet, silent and low-key.

Huoya's performance surprised Huang Yan, whose eyes were not on Erzhao. He said this on purpose, giving Huoya a warning and taking the initiative, which made Huoya feel unfathomable.

"Are you?" Erzhao was a little stunned. Huang Yan, who was as dazzling as the sun god, gave him a shameful inferiority. He was like a beggar standing in front of a rich and handsome man. Seeing the delicate workmanship and slim-shaped tight leather armor on his body, and seeing that his body could only be considered ordinary animal skin, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"I am your cousin and the leader of the Huangfeng tribe. My sister-in-law is waiting for you. Come with me to see her. What do you think of the people here?"

Huang Jue's enthusiasm is only aimed at Erzha, and he absolutely ignores others. Fortunately, all the people who come here are slaves and logistics. Fortunately, there is a peak in the team. Kuoya knows how to restrain his immature sharpness. For a moment, Erzha feels fluttering. It feels that only in Huang Jue tribe, he is a big man. As for Kuoya or others, they are forgotten completely.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go see grandma..." Erzhao didn't mention the others at all. A hint of ridicule appeared on the corner of Kuoya's mouth, and an unknown smile flashed across Huang Yan's eyes. As for the others, they all did not respond.

"Kanzi, I'll leave it to you. Erzhao, let's go..."

Huang Juan's arrogance and indifference were inadvertently reflected. Kanzi stood in front of Kuoya with some helplessness, looking at the two people who turned and left. He had lived in the Black Claw Tribe for more than ten years. Although he maintained his greedy nature of money and profit, the Black Claw Tribe still had a brand on him, and the tribe elders still had majesty in his heart.

"Uncle Kanzi, I am young, and you are also an old man from the tribe, so don't be too polite..." Since becoming the fifth elder, Kuoya no longer easily reveals the teeth that were missing, but here, he cracked, his eyes were sincere and fierce, making Kanzi's whole body feel happy.

"Look at others, no wonder they became the fifth elder?" Kanzi was not a superior who was good at calculating. While Kuoya made him feel confused and let go, he also felt a sense of knowing what he met. He warmly greeted Kuoya and asked Zhuoya to take off the gift that Huanglu looked down upon and take them to dinner.

With just one meal, everyone was shocked again. The sharp and crystal-shaped meal was as bright as pearls. It was high in large buckets, at least a hundred pounds, and the grilled beasts were greasy and the mixed soup with bubbles and milky white soup. Just seeing it, the group of local bumpkins who thought the sam date cake was a delicacy stretched out their claws in their throats.

"This..., this is something that the tribe leaders can only eat?" Kuoyayou was also shocked. He didn't know what food the asylums were eating, but at this moment, he thought that the asylums were eating at this level.

"I don't know anyone else, but here is just ordinary meals. These are for your subordinates. Our dining room is inside..." Kanzi said with a hint of pride, a hint of disdain, and a hint of show-off, leaving Kuoya speechless. He didn't know what to say.

"Then your tribe warriors eat this for a meal?" Huoya couldn't help but envy. If so...

"No, people who have the ability can make money, and they eat better than this. People who are incompetent have no food to eat..." It was still the previous tone, but Gao Feng heard something new, and Kuoya thought that before, seeing the group of warriors who were not doing well in the slums, he felt uncomfortable in his heart for some reason, and the things in front of him became a sarcasm.

Huoya didn't understand what it means to be a rich man with wine and meat. He had frozen bones on the road. He only knew that this should not be done. Tribal warriors are the cornerstone of the tribe and are the shelter for maintaining safety and survival. How could they be treated like this? Under Kanzi's diligent pull, Huoya walked towards the room inside, forgetting that Gao Feng was still outside.

The barbecue that he saw in the narrow small house in Gaoya flashed in his heart. Compared to the barbecue in front of him, it was like a deteriorating garbage in the garbage dump. However, here, the stone-like barbecue made him miss and moved more than the luxurious meal on the table.

What did a group of starving ghosts look like when they saw the most abundant food? Gao Feng really realized that he was a little hungry after coming out of the tribe for so many times. The food looked good, so he was ready to go forward, but people around him rushed over and knocked Gao Feng away, who had never snatched food from others. Naturally, he turned a blind eye to the tableware provided, and squeezed against the food like a fly.

In theory, the food here is enough for dozens of people to eat until they are overwhelmed, but in the chaos of robbery, Gao Feng could see that the barbecue and rice-shaped things disappeared.

Almost everything was snatched by hungry men. They grabbed the hot food with their hands, squatted in the corner and swallowed it. Many people rolled their eyes and kept stuffing them into their mouths, for fear that others would snatch them away, but no one paid attention to the mixed soup. Gao Feng guessed that he was afraid that his paws would be cooked, so no one was moved.

He picked up the bowl and scooped up a full bowl of mixed soup. Before he could finish it, there was another chaos. When the men saw Gao Feng’s operation, they squeezed him out of the pot again. Listening to the sound of the wooden spoon scraping the bottom of the pot, Gao Feng stood by the door with a bowl with a wry smile, feeling pitiful and hateful to these people...
Chapter completed!