Sensational! The Crippled Mister Gong Is A Big-Shot

The leader of the Indians?

Fu Xi and Gong Hao couldn't help but hold their breaths as they stared fixedly at the person walking over.

He was wearing a hat made of an unknown bird's feathers, which was especially beautiful. The colors on his face were two times more than that of other Indians. There was also a necklace made of animal skulls hanging from his neck, and bone skewers on his wrists and ankles, all of which showed his status among Indians.

But when they saw his face, they were shocked.

It was Gong Cheng!

"He's actually not dead and is still hiding in the Indian group." Fu Xi muttered in surprise as her gaze turned cold.

If Gong Cheng was taken as the leader by this group of Indians, then their situation would be precarious.

Gong Hao remained silent.

Gong Cheng walked up to them, smiled at them, and mouthed something.

"I'll send you on your way."

Seeing his proud reaction, they looked at each other and clenched their fists.

"Xi'er, I implicated you," Gong Hao said in a low voice as he stared at Gong Cheng. "In my next life, I'll definitely return it to you tenfold."

"What I want is this life. Why are you telling me about your next life?" Fu Xi interrupted him and stared at Gong Cheng quietly.

They were not desperate yet.

Gong Hao didn't know where she got her confidence from, but he sighed and didn't say anything more.

The two of them stopped talking. Gong Cheng looked at Fu Xi with pity and immediately announced in the Indian language.

"Burn them!"

The group of Indians cheered and excitedly gathered branches and dried grass around them.

The Indian with the torch approached. If they threw the torch on the dry grass, the flames would instantly ignite in this dry weather. Fu Xi and Gong Hao would be burned alive.

There was no way out!

Fu Xi's eyes turned cold as she said a few words loudly. They were somewhat similar to the Indian language but also different.

Gong Cheng did not understand what she was saying. He smiled coldly at her and said, "Don't bother anymore, they only listen to me."

Fu Xi ignored him and continued talking.

Gong Hao widened his eyes as he looked at her, not daring to believe his ears.

She was speaking in Mayan!

The Mayan language was a higher system than the Indian language and was also considered a language that could only be used by the Indian ancestors. It had absolute authority among the Indians.

In other words, the real leader of the Indians was the one who could speak Mayan.

Gong Hao had understood, but because it was too obscure, he had given up on learning it.

The Indians listened blankly, awe on their faces.

Gong Cheng had a bad feeling as he kicked the Indian Guards beside him ruthlessly.

"Hurry up and execute it! Burn them to death!"

In the past, after he had given the order, the Guards would obey it and were more loyal than dogs. But now the Guards suddenly came to their senses and surrounded him with the other Indians.

As for the ordinary Indians, they had already knelt in front of Fu Xi.

She was their leader!

Gong Cheng was quickly restrained by the four guards. His eyes were red as he roared, "Bitch, what did you say to them? I'm going to burn you all to death!"

Fu Xi and Gong Hao had already been released by the Indians and walked to him.

She looked at him with pity and tsked.

"I was just telling them that I was the real king, and that you were an imposter, a demon who had come up to the island to beguile the people."

"They'll listen to you?" Gong Cheng still could not believe it. The situation was clearly in his favor, so why did the Indians switch sides?

Fu Xi sneered and patted his cheek mockingly.

"You're not the only one who knows how to talk."