Mr. Gu's wife is a little naughty

Chapter 131 Visitors from the Kava Tribe

Siamese rainforest, Kava tribe.

Siam is a very strange country, with a strange and delicate balance. Although the king firmly holds the supreme power of the country, underneath lies the complex factors of the autonomy and independence of each tribe.

These tribes, leveraging their unique geographical advantages, maintain their own rules and order. Some nestle near mountains and rivers, others hide deep in the forests, each guarding their own patch of land, maintaining prosperity and peace in an ancient and primitive way. In this land shrouded in royal splendor, the existence of these tribes undoubtedly adds a touch of mystery and uninhibitedness to Siam.

In the ancient and mysterious land of Siam, the Siamese stand proudly, both the most prominent tribe and the most streamlined. Their claim to supremacy stems not from their vast numbers but from their unrivaled power and reverence. The Siamese royal family, a symbol of glory and splendor, derives from the Siamese bloodline. In this land, the Siamese's word is law, their will guiding the nation's course.

However, at this pinnacle of power, the Sky-Watching Tribe maintained their uniqueness and nobility in a nearly miraculous way. Their population was the smallest among the numerous tribes in Siam. But even so, they remained a transcendent existence among the numerous tribes in Siam, and no one dared to challenge or ignore their majesty.

The Kava tribe wasn't the largest or the most powerful of Siam's numerous tribes, but they were a force to be reckoned with. This was due to their unique geographical location. They were nestled in the deepest reaches of the rainforest, and to the east lay the Chinese province of Dian, where elite Chinese troops were stationed, providing a source of support. To the west lay the Luowo tribe, and finally, the Wangtian tribe.

It is precisely because of this special geographical location that they have become an important strategic buffer zone among the three countries. Even if civil unrest really occurs in Siam, it will not affect this place.

Time passed as usual, but within this dullness, there seemed to be something unusual hidden within. A group of unfamiliar faces arrived in the tribe. Although they looked just like the locals, the unique aura they exuded made it clear that they were different from them.

Moshi is the current chief of the Kawa tribe. Now approaching sixty years old, he seems to be in poor spirits and looks sick.

At this time, sitting opposite him were several Chinese people wearing suits and big sunglasses, led by a middle-aged man about 40 years old.

Mo Xi looked around at them, and then exchanged glances with the people around him. Then a few young men walked out and closed the door tightly.

There were two groups of people standing at the door, all holding weapons in their hands. Those holding sophisticated weapons were from China. In comparison, the weapons in the hands of the Kawa people seemed much cheaper.

The young man who came out from behind did not leave, but stood on his own side. People on both sides looked at each other nervously, with their hands tightly on their weapons, waiting for the order from the people in the house.

Mo Xi coughed a few times, picked up the water cup in front of him and took a sip of water. His hands were shaking violently, and he looked like he was really seriously ill.

"What do you think of our suggestion, clan leader? We really come here with full sincerity." A Chinese man in the lead took off his sunglasses and said. He also reached out to pick up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and it seemed good, so he continued to drink big gulps.

"This tea is pretty good," the man sighed, smacking his lips. "But it's a little inferior to the tea we have in China."

"This tea was brought from your China. Maybe it's because of the climate here, but it's not as comfortable to drink as it is in your country." Mo Xi said slowly.

The other person's gaze paused on the teacup, a slight smile appeared on his face, and without saying a word, he put the teacup down and turned back slightly to look at the person behind him.

The man in black behind him picked up a black box in his hand and placed it on the coffee table between them. He then opened the box swiftly and turned the front to Mo Xi.

Mo Xi didn't look directly at him and was still fiddling with the teacup in his hand, but the expression on Mingxian's face changed slightly.

"This is a small token of our appreciation. If the subsequent progress goes smoothly, we will have greater sincerity to offer to the clan leader." The Chinese man looked at Mo Xi and said casually, "You don't have to believe me, but you can't disbelieve the sincerity of our Jiang family."

"I can agree to your request, but I also have my own requests." Mo Xi also looked at the Chinese, his tone also seemed flat.

The Chinese made a gesture of invitation. Mo Xi thought for a moment and continued, "I can accept you continuing to do your work in my tribe, but you are not allowed to interfere in our affairs, nor are you allowed to hire our people to work in your tribe."

The Chinese man nodded. "I can promise you. What else?"

"Also, you all know that there is a powerful existence in our Siam. If they disagree with what you do, you must leave. I don't want to cause trouble for our tribe." Mo Xi looked very serious, without any intention of joking.

"You can rest assured about this. All we need is that abandoned ancient tomb. We are not interested in your tribe's affairs at all. On the contrary, I hope you will keep it a secret for us. Once we complete our mission here, we will leave immediately."

The Chinese man stood up and said, "We will send someone to deliver the things we promised you later. We are also starting to arrange the things you hope to receive. I believe they will be delivered to you soon."

Mo Xi seemed very satisfied with them. He reached out to close the box in front of him and looked towards the door. The Chinese man immediately understood what he meant, nodded slightly at Mo Xi, and then opened the door and walked out with his men.

Looking at the backs of the group of people leaving, Mo Xi's expression suddenly changed, and the sickly look on his face disappeared without a trace.

"Father, have you really agreed to their request?" Moshi's eldest son, Puwang, walked up to him and opened the box with a calm expression. It seemed that the things inside did not have any appeal to him.

Mo Xi tilted his head slightly to glance at the box full of money and snorted coldly.

"Send someone to keep an eye on that place. If anyone dares to leave, notify the Wangtian Clan immediately." Mo Xi paused for a moment. "If they really stay inside and don't cause any trouble, then just pretend they don't exist and ignore them."

After saying that, Mo Xi pointed to the box of money and said, "Give the money to your brothers. Although our Kava tribe is not very wealthy, we don't care about this little money. I'm interested in the other batch of things they are about to send over."

Puwang's eyes seemed to light up when he heard this, and his face showed excitement. "Father, did they really promise to give us those things?"

Mo Xi didn't say anything, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes. He didn't know whether the appearance of these people was good or bad for them. "You go to the Ram and Puro tribes. I have a bad feeling."

Puwang's gaze, a complex mix of emotions, gently turned to Mo Xi. He had long held immense trust in his father, unhesitatingly implementing every decision his father made. Puwang seemed to have a glimpse of the unspoken worry simmering in his father's heart. He nodded silently, a tacit understanding conveyed silently.