The group prepared and set off again to find the cannibal tribe. This time, except for Yvette and Jeremiah, everyone wore combat camouflage. Yvette strolled ahead, one hand in her pocket, while Jeremiah walked beside her, both appearing as if on a leisurely vacation.

After about half an hour, Yvette stopped abruptly. A chill emanated from her as she stared intently at a large clearing beyond the bushes. Her eyes were bloodshot.

Following her gaze, the group saw houses made of banana leaves approximately two hundred meters away, some built on tall trees. Each house was adorned with numerous strings of human skulls. A pile of unlit firewood sat in the clearing, with a large frame in the center. Scattered around were skeletal remains. The air carried a strong, pungent scent of blood, yet the area was eerily deserted.

Yvette quickly darted into the bushes, followed by the others, who found concealment and crouched around her. "The cannibals are just ahead," she whispered. "They're likely preparing their food now. They'll be back in less than ten minutes."

Jeremiah's pupils narrowed. He wondered how she could know the tribe's daily routine so well. Emmett and the others looked grave, Frankie's eyes blazing with anger. "Ms. Zeller," Frankie asked, "when you say 'food,' do you mean… humans?"

Yvette's expression remained impassive as she slightly raised an eyebrow. Glancing at Frankie, her eyes half-closed, she replied chillingly, "Yes, and even children. They survive by eating children."

Gasps arose from behind her. Even Jeremiah's expression altered. Yvette lowered her head, remembering her own near-fate with the tribe.

Jacob pounded the ground, his body shaking with rage. Everyone shared his fury. In Clusia, children were protected as the nation's future and hope; here, they were prey. It was terrifying.

Bruce's eyes sharpened. The cannibals ate children, but where did they get so many? Unless… He looked at Yvette incredulously. "Yve, the children they eat are…"

He trailed off, but the implication was clear. A shared understanding dawned, and their faces paled.

Yvette nodded calmly, her eyes dark and deep. Her voice was slightly hoarse. "They are their own children. They only eat girls, believing girls are born unlucky. If a girl is born with any deformities, they will kill her. The tribe is filthy, chaotic, and extremely bloodthirsty."

Everyone gasped. In Clusia, there was a saying that even a tiger wouldn't harm its cubs, yet here was a tribe that ate its own children.

Jeremiah frowned, his gaze fierce. Whether or not this tribe was connected to the Tiger Head gang no longer mattered; such a group should cease to exist.

As anger simmered, distant footsteps and voices reached them. They recognized some broken Uprian among the chatter. In the bushes, Jeremiah and Yvette exchanged a look, while the others watched the approaching figures. Cannibals didn't speak Uprian; this suggested a connection between the Tiger Head gang and the tribe. But why? How could the gang use the cannibals to produce drugs? The answer would only come with a captured gang member.

A group of thirty to forty cannibals approached. There were young and old, men and women, and even boys. They wore clothing made from banana leaves and carried crude spears. Stronger, younger men carried a makeshift stretcher bearing their "prepared food"—two apparently dead adult men.

Behind them followed five or six men in modern clothing, led by a man in his forties with sharp eyes and a long beard. His face held a sinister smile as he glanced at a black box carried behind him.

Emmett, familiar with the Tiger Head gang, recognized him immediately. "Mr. Chavez, it's Eban Latouche," he whispered. "The Tiger Head gang is using the cannibals to produce drugs. That black box likely contains the new type of meth flooding Clusia."

Jeremiah stared coldly at Eban, who grinned smugly. A cold gleam flashed in Jeremiah's eyes. "Kill them all."

Yvette glanced sideways, her expression unreadable.

Eban watched excitedly as the bodies were about to be placed on the roasting rack. He'd discovered a taste for "human meat" and become addicted. For the past year, they'd regularly delivered people to the cannibals, and Eban had developed a twisted love for the act.

As Eban was about to speak, a bullet struck him squarely in the lower body. A sharp crack echoed as the horrifying realization hit him—his manhood was gone. He screamed, clutching his groin, and collapsed, bleeding profusely.

Eban's men reached for their weapons, but before they could react, they fell dead, a single red dot marking each forehead. In an instant, only Eban and the stunned cannibals remained. The cannibals, unfamiliar with firearms, assumed a wild beast was responsible. They grabbed their spears, surrounding Eban protectively, roaring.

Yvette calmly stepped out, one hand in her pocket, exuding confidence. Her expression was cold. Jeremiah rose leisurely.

Emmett, Bruce, Chris, Frankie, and Jacob followed. They looked at Eban, then at Yvette's expressionless face. A chill ran down their spines. Hitting a target from a hundred paces was impressive, but how had she shot Eban's genitals? Eban likely never imagined such a fate.

Jacob turned to the other soldiers. "If Ms. Zeller decides to kill me, I'm counting on you to stop her. If that fails, at least beg her for a quick death and leave my body intact. I want a whole burial."

The others looked at Jacob with sympathy, realizing his request might be impossible after witnessing Yvette's shot.

Yvette entered the clearing, her gaze settling on an elderly cannibal. "He looks familiar," she thought.

The old cannibal spotted Yvette, staring at her with cloudy eyes before becoming agitated. He shouted incoherently, his words unintelligible.

Ignoring his pain, Eban questioned Yvette's group. "Who are you? How did you get here? It's impossible without a cannibal guide!"

He knew the jungle's dangers. Without the cannibals, they would have died.

Yvette's eyebrows rose slightly. Her eyes were cold, her face impassive. "You talk too much."