Chapter 2662 Since it's all eaten, there's nothing we can do about it.

Seeing the group of barbarian women return empty-handed, many men asked with suspicion.

Didn't we go get the Fire Spirit Chicken? Where's the chicken?

Upon hearing that all the fire spirit chickens in the entire tribe had been eaten, the men fell into a deep silence.

They were having such a good time eating that no one bothered to count how much they had eaten; they just kept adding more when it was gone.

The fact that it was gone plunged everyone into a deep silence until the old clan chief's son spoke up.

"What about the Chicken King? If not, kill one last Chicken King, and then we'll end it here for today."

If the regular Fire Spirit Chicken is gone, then the Chicken King will do.

Although the Chicken King is precious, and their entire tribe may not have many, killing one or two won't have a significant impact.

The others nodded in agreement, and after eating one last chicken, they decided to call it a day.

However, upon hearing this, the group of barbarian women shook their heads, their expressions somewhat complicated.

Ok? ? ?

Seeing the women's expressions, the men were also taken aback. What did this mean? Could it be that even the King of Chickens...

He seemed to have guessed something, his face full of disbelief, and the old woman at the head of the group spoke up at this moment.

“Gone. The entire tribe, including the Chicken King, has lost every single Fire Spirit Chicken.”

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression turned extremely ugly.

They ate to their hearts' content just now and didn't think about the consequences at all. Now that all the Fire Spirit Chickens in the entire tribe have been eaten, what are they going to do?

If it were just a regular Fire Spirit Chicken, that would be acceptable, but the fact that even the Chicken King has been eaten is a serious problem.

What will their tribe use to compete in the upcoming Fire Spirit Chicken duel?

Someone's face darkened.

"You spendthrift women, why didn't you keep an eye on things? You even managed to finish the whole chicken!"

In his haste, he blurted out something incoherent, but upon hearing it, the women were displeased and immediately rebuked him.

"How dare you say that? Who was eating the most just now? Could you have stopped them?"

"I………………………"

"Alright, we've already eaten, what's the point of saying all this now? Let's pack up and go."

The old patriarch was the one who managed to remain calm and composed, giving everyone no chance to argue.

Under the old clan chief's command, the women stayed behind to tidy up, while Ye Changqing returned to his residence to rest.

You don't need to be responsible for cleaning up the mess.

Moreover, two barbarian warriors personally escorted them along the way.

It was a genuine gift, not some act of generosity. After a hearty meal today, we ate all the Fire Spirit Chickens from the tribe.

But all the tribespeople genuinely admired Ye Changqing.

This cooking skill is simply divine, so Ye Changqing will definitely be a friend of their tribe in the future, a true friend.

They kindly escorted Ye Changqing to his residence. Meanwhile, the old clan chief, returning to his own home, accompanied by his son and eldest grandson, had just entered his room when he closed the door and couldn't help but cry out in grief.

"My chicken! The Fire Spirit Chicken is gone! What will our tribe do? The Fire Spirit Chicken's duel will become a laughing stock."

"Father, what's wrong with you...?"

Seeing his father weeping uncontrollably, the middle-aged man beside him was momentarily stunned.

What does this mean? Everything was fine just now. How could he suddenly start crying, and crying so hard? He might not even be able to cry like this.

For a moment, I didn't know how to comfort them.

Faced with his son's persuasion, the old clan chief hugged him, tears and snot streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Son, the Fire Spirit Chickens are gone, all of them are gone! What are we going to do now?"

Seeing his father crying so sadly, the middle-aged man felt a little annoyed, but he still patiently comforted his son.

"Dad, it's alright. We'll figure out another way if we lose the Fire Spirit Chicken. Please take care of yourself and don't cry."

"Think of a way? What can we do now? What are we going to do?"

Once home and behind closed doors, the old patriarch was no longer the composed man he had been before.

His crying gave him a headache, and finally, in a moment of impulsiveness, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said something.

"Dad, don't panic, I'll think of a way, there's always a solution."

It was just a comforting remark to his father, but the middle-aged man had no idea what to say about it.

But to everyone's surprise, as soon as he said that, the old patriarch immediately stood up straight, looked at him intently, stopped crying and sniffling instantly, grinned, and patted him on the shoulder with a proud expression.

"Good, good, my son has grown up. You are truly my pride. I'll leave this matter to you. You must do a good job and at least bring back a few king chickens for me."

“My dear grandson, come on, let’s rest with Grandpa.”

After saying that, without waiting for the middle-aged man to reply, he turned around and picked up his eldest grandson, leaving.

Only the middle-aged man remained, his face contorted with complex emotions.

Did my dad trick me again?

He swears that what he just said was just a casual remark to comfort him. He's trying to find a solution, but what solution does he have?

The fire spirit chicken is already in its stomach, what else can be done? It can't possibly be vomited up.

Besides, what's the use of spitting it out? It'll just end up in pieces anyway, it won't be able to revive you.

But now, his shameless father has simply pushed the blame onto him, telling him to figure it out, while he himself has left with his eldest grandson.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a long time, his teeth grinding together. He had never seen a father like this before.

However, we still need to find a way.

In the middle of the night, the middle-aged man summoned seven or eight skilled fighters from the tribe to his room.

The group sat together to discuss countermeasures.

The entire tribe was now silent; everyone else was asleep, but these few were still here, scratching their heads and trying to think of a solution.

They've been discussing it for a long time, but haven't come up with a solution yet.

Some people couldn't help but complain.

"Brother Qiwu, why did you take this job? Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Wu replied with a livid expression.

"I answered that nonsense. You have no idea what kind of person my old man is."

"Brother Qiwu, have you been tricked by the old clan chief again?"

"What do you say?"

Everyone fell silent. There was nothing they could do. Given the old patriarch's temper, Qi Wu had no chance to back out, even if he wanted to. Even though they were father and son, he was destined to take the blame.

But there was nothing that could be done, and for a moment, no one knew what to say.

After a long silence, Qi Wu finally spoke.

"There's no other way now. They've eaten them, and time is of the essence. There's no time to start raising them from scratch. We only have one option left."

"What move? Brother Qiwu?"

Hearing that even at this point, Qi Wu still had a move up his sleeve, the group looked up expectantly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qi Wu gritted his teeth and said something.

"Rob it, go rob the chicken king of other tribes."