Then, after everything is over, he would take that enormous wealth of his to Brazil or some more habitable place, buy a large tract of land, and then purchase dozens of jet-black slaves, said to be stronger than mules and horses, to comfortably become a plantation owner and enjoy life.
At present, these beautiful visions are nearly shattered.
Werner originally thought he was on the brink of despair. Upon seeing the two dressed natives, his thoughts changed—
He used to think that the "ghost" was a cold-blooded killer with a sharp mind, a strong physique, and mastery of some optimization technique for matchlock guns, living in solitude on a mysterious island.
Now he discovered the killer's companions. Seeing them so frail and laughable, he equated the elusive Chen Zhou with the natives.
No wonder.
After all, Chen Zhou never showed up in person. The improved rifle in his hands merely displayed its range and accuracy advantages.
