Pampered Beasts: Beautiful Actress, Many Children, Many Blessings

Just like now, the Western King suddenly bristled, staring warily at the entrance of the mountain stream, letting out a low, hoarse hiss.

Fatty Orange was startled. This was the West King's unique warning method. Three nights ago, they were able to escape disaster because of the West King's timely warning.

Over the past three days, the Western King has proven this point countless times. It's laughable that those people thought they were just lucky and kept nagging him to abandon the children!

However, things are different now. Nuannuan is giving birth, and females are most vulnerable at this time. They cannot withstand migration and running. Even carrying her is not an option, as the violent jolting will cause her to bleed to death!

"All personnel, prepare to engage the enemy!" Fat Orange shouted the order.

However, apart from a small number of people who immediately took up sharp weapons and prepared to fight, most of them wailed and complained.

"Why do we have to run again? I can't run anymore!"

"Can't we just surrender? When will this fighting ever end?"

"Why don't we talk to Old Fang? We're all from the same clan, what grudge can't we settle? He's just trying to save face. If we apologize properly, he might not be so ruthless as to try to destroy us!"

"Yes, young chieftain, now is not the time to be impulsive. We should apologize when we need to apologize, and admit defeat when we need to admit defeat. The old chieftain is dead, and so many of our people are dead. We cannot possibly defeat them!"

Of course, there are also dissenting voices:

"What nonsense are you talking about? You know the old chief is dead, so many of our people are dead, a blood feud has been formed, and they are determined to exterminate us. There is no other way but to resist!"

"Those who want to escape, escape if you want; those who want to surrender, surrender if you want. You must understand that it is not the young chief who needs you, but you who are begging the young chief for protection! If the young chief hadn't discovered something was wrong in time and led us out to fight our way out, we would have all died that night!"

"That's right. These past few days, it was the young chief who led the charge, and we brothers who shielded you, that allowed you to survive unscathed! What, now you're blaming the young chief? Is it because we've all died or been wounded and couldn't protect you anymore?"

Looking at his brothers, he recalled how over a hundred people had gone to find him, but now only ten remained!

Two of them were seriously injured, one with a broken leg and the other with a broken arm, and they were completely unable to fight!

Look at these lucky ones who escaped with him thanks to their neighborly connections. Although they were travel-worn, their spirits were undiminished. They still had the energy to complain, insult, and even despise him!

Fat Orange was suddenly overcome with grief. He waved his hand and said, "The Lynx tribe is gone, and I am no longer your young chieftain. Those who want to leave can leave, and those who want to stay can stay. Let's go our separate ways!"

"Young Chieftain, how can you say such discouraging things!" The one who said this was his brother Tiezhu, who had lost a leg protecting him. Hearing this, he became anxious. "As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood. Even if I lose my leg, I will still protect you with my life. Only if you survive will our sacrifice be worthwhile!"

"Good brother!" Fatty Orange's eyes welled up with tears. He patted Tie Zhu's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll remember your protection. I won't let you sacrifice yourselves in vain!"

"But we can't keep them tied down and drag them to their deaths with us, can we?" He glanced at the group that had been making a ruckus earlier. Since they were impossible to tame, it was better to abandon them and save them from stabbing him in the back at a crucial moment!

Tie Zhu looked somewhat confused, but seeing the light in Pang Ju's eyes, which showed no signs of despair or dejection, he knew that Pang Ju understood the situation and said no more.

Before long, several people stepped forward, arguing and deflecting with each other:

"Why stay with him? He can't protect us, and he can't provide us with a good life. Is it worth risking our lives for him? If we die, we'll be the ones to take his place. What a loss!"

"That's right, I've wanted to leave for a long time. My brother married a female from the Fierce Rabbit tribe and they're doing quite well. They've already had a litter of babies. I should go and join him. Maybe my sister-in-law will take me in. It would be a good thing if I could turn a bad thing into a good thing. Who knows, I might even have a litter of babies too?"

"But the young chief has treated us very well. Is it really necessary for us to... kick him when he's down at a time like this?"

"Are you stupid? We're about to die, and you're still talking about this? Old Fang's target is him. If we follow him, we'll only die! We've already done more than enough by not kidnapping him and handing him over to Old Fang. What more do you want from us?"

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy atmosphere suddenly froze.

The words "tie it up and offer it to the old man" seemed to have a magical power, passing through everyone's ears and captivating them.

Yes, how could I not have thought of that?

The old man's target is the young chieftain, Fat Orange. If they were to tie him up and hand him over to the old man, wouldn't that be a great achievement? Not only would they not die, but they might even be able to live a better life because of it!

The crowd split again. Some people were simply unwilling to follow Fat Orange to their deaths, but there were also some opportunists who, as if they had discovered a great opportunity, stared excitedly at Fat Orange, their eyes as if Fat Orange were a piece of fat meat that they were eager to devour!

"Fat Orange, if you know what's good for you, just surrender. We'll go easy on you, it's better than falling into Old Man Fang's hands!"

Fatty Orange almost laughed in anger at these words, "So, you tied me up not to hand me over to Old Man Fang?"

Since they are all going to fall into the hands of the old man anyway, what difference is there between surrendering and being tied up and sent away, and fighting to the death but ultimately being defeated?

Those people exchanged glances, seemingly agreeing with the argument. After a brief discussion, they spoke again, "What we said earlier doesn't count!"

"Fat Orange, if you know what's good for you, wash your neck clean and let the grandpas chop it. It's better than falling into the hands of the old man and suffering endless torment!"

"Heh!" Fat Orange grinned. He'd seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.

These are the kind of people you'd call ingrates!

He risked his life to bring them out and protected them along the way. Although he couldn't get them out of danger or give them a good life, he asked himself if he had ever mistreated them!

If there's food, everyone shares it. If we're about to escape, he always gives us a heads-up. And if it's going to be a battle, he's always at the forefront!

But now, these people not only want to tie him up and offer him to the old man, but they also want to cut off his head immediately and offer it to the old man.

"Fine! I was blind to have saved you bunch of ingrates! You want to kill me, huh? Come on! All of you, come on! Every single one of you, whoever doesn't come is a coward!" He might not be able to beat Old Fang and his gang, but he could certainly beat this rabble.

Even if he dies here today, he will never swallow this insult!

He felt sorry for Xixi; he ultimately failed to take good care of her baby and let her down.