I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 682: The Failed Traitor

Meng was a relatively intelligent person. To prepare for his escape, he had thought about many things.

He considered when the chances of successfully fleeing would be highest, where he could go once he left, and every detail surrounding the situation.

Tonight, his chances of success seemed very high, and in Meng’s imagination, he was sure it would work.

This was because everyone in the camp was asleep, and no one was standing guard.

On the one hand, no one encountered any dangers after spending so much time here.

On the other hand, the dogs were at the edge of the cave. They were more alert than humans.

Over the years, the tribe had grown accustomed to letting the dogs guard at night.

Additionally, there have been no incidents since the slaves arrived. Especially after arriving at the Copper Mountain settlement, the labor and joint construction of the new tribe have eased the divide between the slaves and the citizens. As a result, people like Third Senior Brother and others don’t feel the need to be wary of the slaves anymore.

Another reason was that most people were deeply involved in the hard labor of building the new tribe, leaving them exhausted by the end of the day.

These combined factors led to the situation at Copper Mountain, where only the dogs guarded the area while no humans stood watch.

This gave Meng all the courage he needed and fueled his ambition.

As long as there were no human guards, Meng wasn’t worried about the dogs. After so many years of contact, the dogs had become familiar with them. The dogs wouldn’t make a sound even if they moved at night.

Meng had tested this earlier when he sneaked out to use the toilet.

However, there was still a distinction between the slaves and the citizens. For instance, the twenty citizens of the Green Sparrow Tribe slept deeper in the cave, while the slaves slept on the outskirts.

Meng had been unhappy with this arrangement in the past, but his discontent had dissipated entirely now.

It worked in his favor for his plan to escape.

A fool’s work is never without a reward. When someone puts a lot of effort into something, they often end up with some gain.

And that’s how it was for Meng.

When he woke his companion, he first covered the person’s mouth with his hand to avoid making a sound and alerting others.

The man, Tian, was abruptly shaken awake from his deep slumber.

Tian got his name because he had worked especially hard when they were cultivating land, and he was swift at it.

At first, Tian didn’t understand what was going on. He wanted to struggle and ask what was happening, but his mouth was tightly covered.

“￥%@#4…”

Tian soon stopped struggling because the person covering his mouth whispered something in his ear.

The words were from the old tribal language, something he hadn’t heard in a long time.

This made him dazed, especially when he realized what the person was saying.

It wasn’t until then that he truly understood and forgot to pull his hand away from his mouth.

When Meng saw that Tian had quieted down, he felt immense satisfaction.

He had been right—these slaves were just like him, tired of the hard labor.

Otherwise, Tian wouldn’t have cooperated so readily.

The first success in front of him greatly encouraged Meng’s desire to leave.

After releasing Tian’s mouth, Meng helped him sit up before waking up the others sleeping nearby.

Tian sat there, watching Meng busy in the dim light, unable to believe his eyes.

This guy wanted to leave the tribe?

Tian couldn’t understand it—such a stable, worry-free life where they didn’t have to worry about hunger or weather, and Meng wanted to escape?

Tian was stunned.

It wasn’t long before Tian finally realized what was happening and that Meng was planning to betray the tribe.

Betray this strong, yet compassionate tribe?

Once this hit him, Tian suddenly leapt to his feet, yelling and rushing toward Meng, who was waking up the third person.

The second person, staring blankly, was instantly reminded and grabbed Meng’s legs.

The quiet night was shattered as the fire in the cave of the Flying Snake Tribe blazed.

Meng, bruised and swollen, was bound hand and foot, his body twisted as he lay on the ground.

The Third Senior Brother and the other citizens of the Green Sparrow Tribe stood over him, holding their bronze weapons, and glared angrily.

The light from the fire reflected off the sharp copper blades, making Meng dizzy as he stared at them.

What made him even dizzier was the sight of the slaves standing nearby, their eyes full of fury, just like the citizens of the Green Sparrow Tribe.

To this day, Meng still doesn’t understand why they were doing this.

He couldn’t understand why these people, who had been in the same tribe as him and had once been slaves like him, were now treating him like this.

In this tribe, they worked hard, ate well, and lived far better than the slaves ever did.

They were mistreated, so why didn’t these people want to leave?

Not only that, but why were they capturing him?

After all, he had once been one of them, and the citizens had attacked their tribe before!

Meng didn’t understand, but Tian and the others didn’t understand either.

They were eating well and living comfortably, and this guy wanted to betray the tribe?

That was an unforgivable crime.

If not for Third Senior Brother stopping them, Meng would have been beaten to death by the slaves who had already been assimilated into the Green Sparrow Tribe.

On one hand, they saw betraying the compassionate tribe as an unpardonable crime. On the other hand, they feared that Meng’s actions might punish them, and they couldn’t risk losing their good lives.

Fearful of never being able to live like this again, they put extra effort into punishing the traitor.

“Kill him!”

“We don’t want any traitors!”

The slaves glared at Meng for a while before shouting for Third Senior Brother to execute him.

Third Senior Brother hesitated with his bronze weapon momentarily, but ultimately didn’t strike.

This was the first case of a slave attempting to escape in the tribe, and he thought it was better for the god-child to handle it…