Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

The group got ready and set off once again to search for the cannibal tribe. This time, aside from Yvette and Jeremiah, everyone else changed into combat camouflage.

Yvette walked leisurely ahead with one hand in her pocket, strolling casually, while Jeremiah followed beside her. The two of them seemed as if they were on a relaxing vacation.

The group walked for another half hour or so when Yvette suddenly stopped in her tracks. The aura around her turned cold, and she gazed intently at a large clearing behind the bushes ahead. Her eyes were bloodshot.

Everyone followed Yvette’s gaze and saw houses made of banana leaves about 200 meters ahead, along with a few towering that also had houses built on them. Each house was adorned with several strings of human skulls. In the clearing, there was a pile of unlit firewood, with a large frame propped up in the middle. S**ed all around were skeletal remains. The wind carried a strong, thick scent of blood, but the place was eerily deserted, with no one in sight.

Yvette swiftly darted into the bushes, and the others followed, finding nearby hiding spots and crouching around her. “The cannibals are just ahead” she whispered. “At this time, they’re likely preparing their food. They’ll be back in no more than ten minutes”

Jeremiah turned his head slightly, his pupils narrowing. How could she know the daily routine of the canibal tribe so well? he wondered.

Emmett and the people behind him looked visibly more serious, while anger filled Frankie’s sharp eyes. “Ms. Zeller, when you say ‘food, do you mean… humans?”

Yvette’s expression remained cold as she lifted her eyelids slightly, raising an eyebrow. She turned to glance at Frankie, her eyes half-closed, and her voice chilling. “Yes, and even children. They survive by consuming children.

As soon as Yvette finished speaking, the sound of gasps came from behind her. Even Jeremiah’s expression shifted slightly. Yvette lowered her head, recalling how, back in the day, she had almost become a meal for this cannibal tribe herself.

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else felt the same. In Clusia, children protected as the nation’s future and

sharp as he realized something. The cannibals liked to eat children, but where would they find so many? Unless… Bruce looked at

was implying. A shared realization dawned

h***se as she said, “They are all their own children. They only eat girls, believing that girls are born unlucky. If a girl is born with any deformities,

a saying that even a tiger wouldn’t harm its own cubs, but here in the rainforest, there was a tribe that ate

this, his gaze turning fierce. Whether or not this cannibal tribe was connected to

the group seethed with anger, distant footsteps and voices suddenly reached their cars.

a close watch on the distant figures. Cannibals didn’t speak Uprian, so if someone was making it, it could only mean that Tiger Head

distance, a grouprof-thirty to forty cannibals approached. There were young and old, men and women, and even a few young boys among them. They were all dressed uniformly in clothes made from banana leaves, holding crude spears fashioned from thick tree branches. The stronger, younger male

man in his forties, with sharp, hawk-like eyes and a long beard. His face radiated an air of insidiousness,

Chavez, it’s Eban,” he whispered. “It seems your guess was right. The Tiger Head gang is indeed using the cannibals in this remote jungle

at Eban, who wore a smug grin. A cold gleam flashed in Jeremiah’s eyes, and his voice

sideways,

unparalleled flavor and

wh***ed through the air, striking him squarely in the lower body with deadly precision. The s*p cr*ack echoed in his mind as the horrifying

fall. But before they could even load their weapons, they collapsed to the ground, lifeless, with a single red dot between their brows. In the blink of an eye, only Eban and the stunned cannibals remained. The cannibals, not knowing what a gun was, saw people dropping one by one and

one hand casually tucked into her pocket, exuding an air of calm confidence. Her expression was as cold and cool as ever. Jeremiah

Jacob followed