Chapter 442 Entering the Hopi Reservation (1/2)

Chapter 442: Entering the Hopi Reservation

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Hans, who was holding up his mobile phone this whole time, walked out and gave a laugh, ”You're right. It's just a misunderstanding. We'll leave when you move out of the way.”

Li Du said, ”Refund my ticket and tour guide fee!” His tone was firm—as always—together with his upright posture as well.

The old man was enraged. ”Are you going to challenge our bottom line?”

Hans continued to be the mediator. He raised his hand and said, ”How about this? You return us the money and we'll leave behind the arrows that are now under the rubble.”

Another Native American man said, ”The arrows have fallen in our territory, so they already belong to us!”

”F*cking robbers!” Hans cussed softly under his breath.

The old man did not want any conflict. He waved to stop his men from getting agitated. ”I'm fine with the arrangement. Return the money to this young lad and let them go!”

The burly Native American took out some money from his pocket to Li Du. Li did not count the money. He just took it and walked toward the aggressive looking Native Americans as if they were nonexistent.

When one of them tried to block Li's way, Godzilla dashed right over to knock the man out of the way. That man was sent flying into the distance!

With that, no one else dared to pick a fight. They cleared a path for Li Du and his friends.

The moment after Li and the group of treasure hunters left, the old man made a gesture and the Native Americans sprinted to where the rubble was. ”Find those arrows!”

Soon, someone found the short arrow amongst the dust and sandstones. He ran back and gave it to the old man in a huff. ”Ahiga, please take a look.”

The old man held the arrow and wondered, ”What's so special about this arrow? What's the difference between this and our arrows?”

”I can't see a difference either,” the burly Native American guy said. ”What kind of alloy is this? It looks the same as steel and it's indeed very sharp.”

The old man nodded and walked up to one side of the canyon wall. The group of tough-looking men gathered around him, looking on in anticipation at the arrow in his hand.

With a cough, the old man grabbed the arrow and shoved it into the canyon stone as hard as he could.

Whack! A loud sound was hard. The old man almost blacked out and saw stars for a moment. The short arrow had bounced back and the old man's palm went numb because of the impact.

The Native Americans looked at the red canyon rock. There was only a tiny white spot on the rock and it did not make any hole. This arrow was not even as sharp as the arrows they had.

”We're being fooled!”

”Drive faster, faster,” urged Hans. ”When those idiots realize that the arrows are normal, they're going to come after us.”

Godzilla stepped on the accelerator to increase the speed again, cruising along the highway.

Li Du was feeling glum. ”D*mn, we've gained nothing out of it even though we've wasted time and energy.”

Hans grinned and said, ”Who says so? We have huge gains!”

Li Du asked curiously, ”What huge gains? I didn't notice any.”

”Just wait and see,” said Hans, who was full of confidence. ”Definitely something good!”

They continued driving north. After leaving the Navajo's territory, they drove along Highway 264, to the Hopi's territory.

The highway passed through three boundaries, namely the first, second and third mesas, which form the core of the Hopi Reservation.

After Hans talked about the Hopi land dispute with the Navajo, Li Du could not help laughing. ”Did the Hopis understand how to fight a war? They don't have strategic buffers? It is no wonder their tribe is surrounded by Navajos.”