Chapter 2662: Since we've already eaten it, there's nothing we can do

Seeing the Barbarian God Tribe women return empty-handed, many men doubted and asked.

Weren't you supposed to fetch the Fire Spirit Chickens? Where are the chickens?

Upon hearing that, the entire tribe's Fire Spirit Chickens had been eaten clean, and all the men fell into deep silence.

Having just eaten to their fill, nobody bothered to count how many they'd eaten; anyway, if they're gone, they'll get more.

Now that they're gone, everyone fell into deep silence, until the Elder Clan Chief's son spoke up.

"What about the Chicken King? If we can't, we'll just kill one Chicken King today and then call it a day."

The ordinary Fire Spirit Chickens are gone; the Chicken King will do just fine.

Although the Chicken King is precious, the tribe likely doesn't have many; killing one or two wouldn't make much difference.

To that, others nodded in agreement as well, deciding to eat one more Chicken King and then call it quits for today.

However, upon hearing this, the Barbarian God Tribe women still shook their heads, their expressions somewhat complex.

Hmm???

Seeing the women's expressions, the men were also taken aback, wondering what it meant—could it be that even the Chicken King…?

They seemed to have guessed something, their faces full of disbelief, and the leading old woman then spoke.

"Gone— not a single Fire Spirit Chicken remains in the whole tribe, Chicken King included."

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone's faces turned grim.

We just ate to our heart's content a moment ago, completely ignoring the consequences; now the entire tribe's Fire Spirit Chickens are all gone— what do we do?

If it were just ordinary Fire Spirit Chickens, we could still accept it, but the Chicken King has been eaten clean— this could cause a major incident.

In the upcoming Fire Spirit Chicken fight, what will our tribe have to put forward?

Someone's face darkened as they said.

"You wasteful women, why didn't you keep an eye on things? You even managed to eat the Chicken King!"

In his haste he blurted out, but upon hearing that, the women were also displeased and immediately shouted back.

"How can you say that? Who was eating the most happily just now? Could you have stopped them?"

"I............"

"Alright, we've already eaten it; saying this now is pointless. Let's clean up and disperse."

Not giving anyone a chance to argue, it had to be the Elder Clan Chief who could still stay calm at this moment— indeed, he remained composed.

Under the Elder Clan Chief's direction, the women stayed behind to clean up, while Ye Zhangqing returned to his lodgings to rest.

Naturally, he didn't have to take responsibility for cleaning up the aftermath.

Moreover, two Barbarian God Tribe men personally saw him off along the way.

It was a sincere send-off, not merely for show; after feasting today, although they had eaten all the tribe's Fire Spirit Chickens.

But for Ye Zhangqing, all the tribe members genuinely admired him.

His cooking skill was practically divine, so Ye Zhangqing would surely become a true friend of their tribe.

All the way, they attentively saw Ye Zhangqing to his lodgings; meanwhile, the Elder Clan Chief returned home, accompanied by his son and great-grandson, and as soon as he entered the room and closed the door, he couldn't help but wail in grief.

"My chickens! The Fire Spirit Chickens are gone— what will our tribe do? The Fire Spirit Chicken fight will surely become a laughingstock."

Dad, this is……………………

Seeing his father tears streaming down, the middle-aged man beside him was momentarily dazed.

"What's going on? Just a moment ago everything was fine— how could he start crying like this, so heartbroken? He might not even be able to cry this hard."

For a moment, he didn't know how to comfort him.

Facing his son's persuasion, the Elder Clan Chief embraced him, tears and snot pouring out, sobbing so hard he could barely catch his breath.

"Son, the Fire Spirit Chickens are gone— all gone— what are we to do now?"

Seeing his own father crying so heartbroken, the middle-aged man felt somewhat vexed and impatient, but still patiently tried to comfort him.

"Dad, it's fine; if the Fire Spirit Chickens are gone, we'll think of a solution. You need to take care of your health— stop crying."

"Think of a solution? What solution could we think of? What can we do now?"

Having returned home and closed the door, the Elder Clan Chief no longer had his former calm demeanor.

His head ached from the crying; finally, the middle-aged man's mind heated up, he gritted his teeth and said.

"Dad, don't panic; I'll think of a solution— there's always a way."

Originally just a comforting word to his father, the middle-aged man himself had no clue.

But who would have thought— as soon as those words left his mouth, the Elder Clan Chief instantly straightened up, his eyes blazing as he looked at him; tears and snot vanished instantly, he cracked a smile, proudly patting his shoulder and said.

"Good, good, good— my son has grown up, truly worthy of my pride; this matter is now yours to handle— you must do it splendidly, at least bring back a few Chicken Kings for me."

"My dear great-grandson, come on, let's go rest with Grandfather."

Having said that, he didn't wait for the middle-aged man's reply, turned and walked off embracing the great-grandson beside him.

Leaving only the middle-aged man with a complex expression.

Had he been tricked by his father again?

He swore that just now those words were merely an offhand comfort— he had no idea how to solve it, he had fuck-all of a plan.

The Fire Spirit Chickens are already in our bellies— what solution could there be? It's not like we can vomit them back up.

Besides, even if we threw them up, what good would that do? They'd be scattered bits— could they even be revived?

But now, this shameless old father of his simply shoved the responsibility onto him, telling him to figure it out, while he himself walked off holding the great-grandson.

The middle-aged man stared blankly for a moment, his teeth grinding audibly— he had never seen a father like this.

Nevertheless, he still had to think of a solution.

In the midnight chamber, the middle-aged man summoned seven or eight experts from the tribe.

The group gathered in a circle to discuss countermeasures.

The entire tribe has fallen into silence; the other tribespeople are asleep, only they few remain here, scratching their heads and cheeks, thinking of a plan.

They have discussed for a long time, yet still have not come up with any idea.

Someone couldn't help but complain.

"Brother Qi Wu, you say you took this job for no reason— isn't that just asking for trouble?"

Hearing that, Qi Wu replied with a dark face.

"Bullshit I took it, my family's old man— you don't know what kind of character he has."

"Brother Qi Wu, you've been screwed over by the Elder Clan Chief again, haven't you?"

"What do you think?"

Everyone fell into silence; there's nothing to be done now. Given the Elder Clan Chief's temper, even if Qi Wu wanted to back out, he has no chance— even as father and son, he's stuck with this responsibility.

But there's nothing that can be done; for a moment, no one knew what to say.

After a long silence, finally Qi Wu spoke up.

"At this point there's no other way; what's eaten is eaten, and with time pressing, there's no time to raise them from scratch— we have only one move."

"What move? Brother Qi Wu."

Hearing that even now Qi Wu still had a move, the few of them all looked up with expectant faces.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qi Wu gritted his teeth and said.

"Steal, go steal the Chicken King from other tribes."