Hearing that the new chief wanted her to lead the way to subjugate the cannibal tribe, the strong woman shook her head like a rattle drum.
Tang Zheng glanced over, and all the natives flatly rejected with faces full of terror, obviously frightened out of their wits.
"If I don't show you the stick, you won't know my strength!" After the slaves had eaten, Tang Zheng had them line up and kneel on the ground, then he took a whip made from animal sinew and leather and thrashed them fiercely.
Animal skin was valuable, so these native women were dressed very scantily, barely covering their chests, with their thighs occasionally exposed to the Newbie's view, but no one was interested in them; not to mention the perennial unwashed stench on their bodies, just the skin color and primitive features were enough to make one's stomach turn.
