Chapter 953 Tribe Feud (1/2)

As Li Du knew, Zulu people were known for their passion, forthrightness, and their

fighting, singing and dancing skills. They were sometimes called the Maori people of

Africa.

Their beauty perception was the same as that of the Maori people. Feminine beauty

means large breasts, wide hips, ample curves, strength, and health. Li Du and his gang

saw many topless women walking past them on their way.

”I feel like I'm in a ladies' bathroom,” Li whispered to Sophie.

Sophie smiled sadly. ”In a public bathroom in America, I can stand up proudly. Not

here.”

Her breasts were quite impressive, but they could not compare to those of the Zulu

women, many of whom had breasts like milk cows.

It was the custom for Zulu girls to go topless, whether at home or out, in front of

acquaintances and strangers alike.

Since this was a part of their culture, they were educated accordingly. They had no

sense of shame or self-consciousness about this, considered going topless quite a

matter of course, and did not care about the stares of Big Ivan and Lu Guan.

Li Du now understood that it was no wonder Zulu people did not allow outsiders to enter

their land without permission. If strangers could come and go as they pleased, would

the Zulu women be harassed?

Zulu people were the main body of the South African race, not only in terms of quantity

but also in of social and economic status. Therefore, they were not savages living in a

primitive society.

There were many cars in and around the town, most of them dilapidated, mainly

Japanese pickup trucks. Occasionally, they could see Chinese automobile brands such

as Great Wall, Jiangling, Beiqi Foton, etc.

A Toyota pickup truck pulled up in front of them, and two tall, skinny black guys jumped

down to greet the lion hunter excitedly.

They spoke Zulu again, and the boys became happier as they spoke. Then someone

jumped into the car, waved and shouted.

There were boxes in the helicopter, and the lion hunter said they were gifts for his

people, who apparently came over to unload those.

The lion hunter was popular among the tribe, probably because of his wealth, and he

brought many gifts with him this time. Li Du guessed that he would bring gifts every time

he came.

Everyone loved gifts. This was a universal custom.

The houses in the town were poorly built and stood askew, the streets were crooked,

and the houses were spread out apparently without a plan, like weeds growing in the

wild.

In the far south end stood the largest house in the town, four stories high, with a large

yard surrounded by walls of mud and brick. Li Du guessed that this was where the chief

of the tribe lived.

As the lion hunter led them to the fourth floor, Li Du asked, ”Are we going to visit the

tribe leader?”

The lion hunter sneered and said, ”He is the one who should come to visit us.”

As he kept on walking, an octogenarian appeared at the door of the building, dressed in

a leopard-skin suit. He walked with a cane and wore a traditional Zulu turban.

Seeing this, Lu Guan muttered, ”Wow! This old man is quite trendy with his leopard skin

clothes.”

Li Du glared at him and whispered, ”Shut up.”

In the Zulu tribe, leopard skins were the privilege of chiefs. Traditionally, any leopard

killed by a member of the tribe belonged to the chief.

The old man came over and said to the lion hunter, smiling, ”Coffey, dear boy, how

have you been lately?”

The lion hunter pulled out a cigar that his bodyguard quickly lit. He took two deep puffs,