Xia Lei’s problems were solved with Dayetia’s death. Szlamy became the chieftain of the White Hun Tribe so he did not have to worry about the safety of Tang Yu-Yan, Ning Jing and the experts. There was the permission to excavate the ruins too but wouldn’t Szlamy grant him his request anyway? 

There was one problem left now - the Ika Tribe.  

Down below, Chieftain Abutulu was climbing up with dozens of his men. The tribesmen all carried guns and were on high alert. One of the tribesmen attached a white piece of cloth to a branch and held it high as a sign to Xia Lei and Szlamy to cease fire. They couldn’t be blamed for being so nervous, since the battle earlier had frightened them badly. 

“Abutulu’s bringing so many men. What if they fight us?” said Szlamy worriedly. 

Xia Lei was relaxed. “I’ve never had dealings with Abutulu but I can tell that he’s a greedy man. And your two tribes aren’t that far away from each other so the Ika Tribe depends...