August 6th, after tidying up the astronomical telescope and dealing with the wooden and stone wall on the beach, Chen Zhou returned to the cave and began focusing his energy on addressing the matter of the indigenous people.
The cocoa paste in the kitchen was being heated.
The room was brightly lit; Chen Zhou sat at his desk, pen in hand, quietly looking at a book, contemplating the potential situations that might arise during the process of rescuing the indigenous captives, and how to handle them.
He believed the optimal scenario would be if, during the cannibal feast in December, the number of indigenous people landing on the island was relatively small, preferably around ten, making them manageable.
Moreover, the number of captives brought to the island was few, maybe just two or three.
Fewer people would mean the situation being clearer, simpler, and less risky.
