Published: March 12, 2025
Chapter 251: At Any Time
Wells and Yale never expected that Mendez and the others would sleep until the next morning without waking up. During this time, they were like comatose plants, completely motionless, even failing to turn over.
Wells and Yale, on the other hand, had not slept a wink all night. The condition of Mendez and the others could only indicate that they were utterly exhausted. The more it appeared this way, the more serious the situation seemed.
When the sun rose on the second day, sounds finally emerged from the tent. Wells and Yale, who had kept watch by the campfire all night without sleep, were taken aback. They quickly rushed into Wells's tent, where Mendez was resting inside.
Mendez had just woken up and was sitting in the tent, surveying his surroundings. At that moment, Wells and Yale suddenly burst in from outside. Mendez instinctively assumed a defensive posture, but when he saw that it was Wells and Yale, he froze for a moment before exclaiming joyfully, "Little Seven, I've finally found you!"
However, his expression soon darkened. "Little Seven, we need to leave quickly. The further away from the tribe, the better. Fifth Brother is dead, and Father is dead too. Now Gasol has taken over as clan leader, and he will come after you."
Although Wells had already anticipated such a result, hearing Mendez say it out loud made his head spin, and he felt darkness creeping in around him. His body swayed, and Yale quickly supported him.
Fortunately, Wells was somewhat mentally prepared. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself and looked at Mendez. "What happened, Sixth Brother? Tell me clearly."
Tears streamed down Mendez’s face as he nodded. "Not long after you left, due to the arrival of the Ten Thousand Beasts Festival, the two Elder Supremes went to Beast God City. Not long after they left, Father suddenly fell ill and died within a few days. Gasol immediately announced that Father had passed the clan leader position to him before he died. But Fifth Brother and I didn't believe it because we weren't there when Father passed away. Gasol had his men surround Father's big tent, not letting us in."
Wells's face turned ashen. He understood that his father was an eighth-level expert and had always been in good health. How could he suddenly fall ill and die in just a few days? It was simply impossible.
Mendez continued, "While burying Father, Fifth Brother noticed something was off. Fifth Brother’s health had been poor for years due to medication, so he was well acquainted with some drugs. He looked at Father's complexion and realized that Father did not die of illness but was poisoned."
Boom! Wells smashed a small table next to him with a fist, his eyes bloodshot and breathing heavily.
Mendez glanced at him and continued, "Fifth Brother, upon discovering this, did not make it public. That night, he came to me and told me about it, urging me to get out and find you immediately. But just then, Gasol suddenly announced that you, me, and Fifth Brother were traitors of the Herculean Bull Tribe and issued a manhunt order. Fifth Brother led fifty guards to cover our retreat, while I took my two hundred guards to break out. We were relentlessly pursued by Gasol and took a long route to find you here. If we hadn't found you, we might have been in even greater danger. Gasol must be searching the entire grassland for us now."
Wells panted heavily, "That bastard! From today on, he is my enemy. I will take revenge, I will!"
Mendez looked at Wells. "Wells, Gasol already controls the tribe. You cannot take revenge; it’s useless. Trust me, get away from the tribe and go to another place; you can definitely carve out a space for yourself. At the very least, you have three hundred guards by your side. Plus, with my hundred guards, we have four hundred warriors. We can establish our own tribe elsewhere."
There were many such examples on the grassland, where a tribe was wiped out, but some of its warriors escaped. They would then go to another place to conquer smaller tribes, gradually growing stronger, eventually becoming a large tribe. Such instances happened almost every year on the grasslands.