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Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172
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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Jacob pounded the ground hard, his entire body shaking with rage. Everyone else felt the same. In Clusia, children protected as the nation’s future and hope. But here, they became prey for others. It was truly terrifying.
Bruce’s eyes turned sharp as he realized something. The cannibals liked to eat children, but where would they find so many? Unless… Bruce looked at Yvette in disbelief and asked***ly, “Yve, the children they eat are.
Bruce didn’t finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he was implying. A shared realization dawned on them, and their faces turned pale in unison.
Yvette nodded calmly, her eyes dark and deep. Her voice was slightly 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, the cannibals will not hesitate to turn her into food. The cannibal tribe is a filthy, chaotic, and extremely bloodthirsty group.”
Everyone gasped in shock. In Clusia, there was a saying that even a tiger wouldn’t harm its own cubs, but here in the rainforest, there was a tribe that ate its own children.
Jeremiah frowned deeply upon hearing this, his gaze turning fierce. Whether or not this cannibal tribe was connected to the Tiger Head gang no longer mattered. Such a group had no reason to exist any longer.
As the group
seethed with anger, distant footsteps and voices suddenly reached their cars. Among the chatter, they could make out some broken Uprian.
In the bushes. Jeremiah and Yvette exchanged a quick glance, while the others behind them kept 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 was indeed connected to the cannibal tribe. But why? How could Tiger Head gang use the cannibals to produce drugs? The truth would only be revealed once they captured someone from the Tiger Head gang
Chapter 172
In the 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 cannibals carried a makeshift stretcher, and on it lay their “prepared food-two adult men who appeared to be already dead.
Behind the group of cannibals followed five or six men dressed in modern clothing. Leading them was a man in his forties, with sharp, hawk-like eyes and a long beard. His face radiated an air of insidiousness, and he wore a sinister smile as he glanced at the black box being carried behind him.
Emmett, who had personally investigated the Tiger Head gang, immediately recognized the man as Eban Latouche, the gang’s second-in-cominand. “Mr. 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 to produce drugs. That black box likely contains the new type of meth that’s been flowing into Clusia.”
Jeremiah stared coldly at Eban, who wore a smug grin. A cold gleam flashed in Jeremiah’s eyes, and his voice turned icy. “Kill
them all.”
Yvette glanced sideways, her expression unreadable.
Eban watched with excitement as the bodies were about to be placed on the roasting rack. The first time he tasted “human meat” was by chance, but he quickly discovered its unparalleled flavor and became addicted. Over the past year, they had been regularly delivering people to the cannibals, and over time, Eban himself developed a twisted love for the act of eating humans.
Just as Eban was about to speak, a bullet 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 realization hit-his manhood was gone. Eban let out a scream, clutching his groin as he crumpled to the ground, blood pouring uncontrollably.
The men who came with Eban hurriedly reached for their guns upon seeing him 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 assumed some wild beast was responsible. They grabbed their spears, surrounding Eban in a protective circle, letting out guttural roars.
Yvette slowly stepped out of the bushes, one hand casually tucked into her pocket, exuding an air of calm confidence. Her expression was as cold and cool as ever. Jeremiah stood up leisurely as well..
Emmett, Bruce, Chris, Frankie, and Jacob followed behind them, emerging from the bushes.
Emmett and the others glanced at Eban, who lay on the ground, clutching his lower body and staring at them. Then at Yvette’s expressionless face. A chill ran down their spines. Yve is so ruthless. Hitting a target from a hundred paces away is impressive enough, but how could she shoot Eban’s c**h? Eban probably never imagined that before dying, he’d suffer like this, they thought.
At the back of the group, Jacob turned to the other soldiers with a determined expression. “When we get out of this jungle, if Mc Zeller decides to kill me, I’m counting on you guys to step in and hold her back. If that doesn’t work, at least beg her to give me a quick death and leave my body intact. Guys, remember, I want to be buried whole, not missing any parts.”
The others looked at Jacob with sympathy. After witnessing Yvette’s shot just now, they felt his request would be hard to
meet
Yvette stepped into the clearing, her eyes scanning the fallen Eban and the cannibals surrounding him. Her gaze finally settled on an elderly man among them, and she narrowed her eyes. “He looks familiar,’ she thought.
The old cannibal also spotted Yvette, staring at her with his cloudy eyes for a long moment before suddenly becoming agitated. He started shouting incoherently at the cannibals around him, though no one could understand what he was saying.
Eban, ignoring his pain, questioned Yvette and her group, “Who are you? How did you make it here? It’s impossible to reach this place without a guide from the cannibals!”
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Chapter 172
Eban knew well how dangerous the jungle was. Without the cannibals leading the way, they would have died long ago,
Yvette’s delicate eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes cold and her face expressionless. “You talk too much.”

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