America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

I don't believe it.

Aya gave a cold laugh, a look of disdain for so-called "civilized people".

"Want some water? Sure."

Aya pulled a serrated hunting knife from her waist and stuck it into the wooden floor between the two of them, the blade humming.

"According to the rules of our tribe."

She raised her head, her obsidian-like eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"Win against me. Whatever you want—water, land, even my horse…it's all yours."

"How do we compete?" Chen An asked with a slight smile.

He began to take an interest in this wild little female leopard.

"It's better than anything else."

Aya took a step closer, her nose almost touching Chen An's chin.

"Horseback riding? Archery? Or... hand-to-hand combat?"

"If you can get my back on the ground, you win."

Back touching the ground?

This sentence has another meaning in Chen An's dictionary.

"very good."

Chen An took off his black coat and casually tossed it to Tie Tou beside him. He then unbuttoned his cuffs, revealing his muscular arms.

"I don't bully women. Since you say you're the best hunter..."

Chen An glanced at the distant, rolling mountains and forests.

"Let's see who can bring back the fiercest prey from these mountains before sunset."

Aya paused for a moment, then laughed. She laughed wildly.

"A hunting contest? In this very forest where I grew up?"

She turned and jumped onto the horse, looking down at Chen An.

"You're doomed, outsider."

"If you lose, leave your fish behind and get out of my territory!"

"What if I win?" Chen An asked.

"If you win..."

Aya licked her lips, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes.

"The water rights are yours. And... you can stay in my tent tonight."

These words made old Sam, sitting in his rocking chair, tremble and almost drop his pipe.

Chen An simply smiled.

"Get your tent ready, Miss Aya. I'm very picky about where I sleep."

………………

During the break before setting off, Chen An leaned against the door of the Raptor pickup truck and dialed his home phone.

Although the atmosphere was tense, he was a person who paid attention to details.

"Ann? Have you arrived?" Sarah's voice sounded anxious.

"That old chief didn't do anything to you, did he? I heard some of their customs are...barbaric."

"It hasn't started yet. We're just about to play a little game."

Chen An looked at Aya, who was checking the girth of a horse not far away, and lowered his voice.

"By the way, how are Mike and Jerry doing? I saw that Iron Head and the others sent a box of stuff to the school earlier."

"Oh, that's exactly what I was going to tell you."

When Sarah mentioned her child, her tone relaxed considerably, even revealing a hint of pride as a mother.

"St. George's Boys Boarding School in Seattle just called to say that the enrollment procedures for the two boys are complete."

"It's all thanks to Mr. Robert's letter of recommendation; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get into those elite schools at all."

Are they adapting?

"At first I was a little reluctant to go, saying I'd miss you..." Sarah smiled.

"But I heard they have the best Lego club and equestrian lessons in the country, and they're incredibly happy about it now."

"This weekend is the last winter camp of the semester, a completely closed camp."

Chen An nodded.

This was something he had planned long ago.

Titan Manor is now a powder keg and a huge treasure trove, and a tempting target for various factions.

Leaving two little boys, who are not even as tall as that M1911 pistol, here is not only dangerous, but also a burden.

Sending them to top boarding schools in Seattle, hundreds of miles away, is not only safe, but also a step up in social class.

"That's good. Tell them that if anyone gets bullied at school, I'll have Tie Tou teach them boxing when they get back."

Chen An smiled. "As for tuition, I've already had someone pre-deposit 100,000 into the account. There's no need to skimp."

"Ann...you've been so good to us." Sarah choked up a little.

"Tom used to only steal their pocket money to buy alcohol..."

"Alright, stop getting sentimental. I still have a female leopard to tame."

Chen An hung up the phone.

With no worries about the future, his gaze became even more focused and cold.

………………

Hey! Han Chinese!

Not far away, Aya rode on horseback, impatiently waving her composite bow.

"Are you calling a will lawyer? If you don't have the guts, you might as well get out now."

The chestnut horse beneath her snorted uneasily, seemingly sensing its master's eagerness to fight.

"I'm so sorry, I was ordering champagne for a celebratory dinner."

Chen An put away his phone and did not ride a horse.

He wasn't very good at riding bareback horses without saddles.

He pushed a high-powered Bombardier snowmobile that he had brought with him out of the car.

"Buzz—"

The engine started, and the tracks kicked up snow.

"You use four hooves, I'll use two tracks." Chen An put on his goggles.

"To be fair, I won't go into the core area of ​​the mountains; I'll only compete with you on the outskirts. Two hours is the limit."

"Hmph, the noise from the machine will scare away the prey, you amateur."

Aya snorted disdainfully and squeezed the horse's belly with her legs.

"drive!"

The spirited horse charged into the dense coniferous forest like a red lightning bolt.

It made almost no noise and blended perfectly into nature.

Chen An slowly twisted the accelerator and followed.

"An amateur? Maybe."

But in the face of absolute power and high-tech equipment, skill is sometimes just icing on the cake.

………………

The snow-covered forest is fraught with danger.

Aya is indeed a top-notch hunter.

She didn't run blindly, but skillfully used the footprints in the snow, the scratches on the tree bark, and the wind direction to find the prey's tracks.

Her goal was clear: the cougar.

That is the apex predator of this Rocky Mountains, and a symbol of the grizzly bear tribe's warriors.

Only those who hunt down cougars are qualified to be called "leaders".

"Found it."

At the foot of a shady cliff, Aya reined in her horse.

There was a string of huge plum blossom-shaped footprints on the snow, which, judging by their freshness, were left about half an hour ago.

Moreover, judging from its stride, it is definitely an adult male behemoth, weighing at least 150 pounds.

Aya excitedly licked her lips, drew a carbon fiber arrow from behind her back, and nocked it on her bow.

If we can bring this lion back, that arrogant Chinese man will have no choice but to leave obediently, leaving behind only those few fish.

She followed the footprints silently.

at the same time.

On the other side of the hillside, a few hundred meters away.

Chen An had already stopped his snowmobile; to avoid noise, he chose to walk.

A young body possesses amazing stamina and perception.

Although he didn't understand any tracking techniques, his Winchester rifle equipped with an infrared thermal imaging scope was the best "cheat device".

The green field of view through the scope.

Chen An could clearly see a red heat source slowly moving above the jagged cliffs.

It was a huge cougar.