The whole person's state seemed to still linger in the time before the indigenous captives were rescued.
Out of habit, Chen Zhou walked into the kitchen, washed his face with cold water, and after coming to his senses, he remembered the two indigenous captives placed in the small wooden cabin.
While wiping his face with an absorbent cloth taken from the umbrella water remover, he picked up the telescope and headed out the door.
He had slept for a long time, and it was already broad daylight. When he climbed the watchtower and used the telescope to observe the wooden cabin, he didn't see anyone on the bed inside, causing a panic in his heart.
"Damn it, those two little brats wouldn't just wait for me to give them food, fill their bellies, and then run off, would they?"
Thinking of this possibility, Chen Zhou quickly dropped the absorbent cloth, called Lai Fu, opened the door, and ran down to the platform.
