Chapter 120

Was it because he looked like a devil? Ryan touched his face. He felt as handsome as ever! He shouted loudly at the leader, "Don't run, stop! Otherwise, I'll shoot!" But how could the leader understand what Ryan was saying? Many aboriginals were frightened by the loud sounds and lethality of the pistol that they trembled in fear. But some stepped forward to protect their leader. One Aboriginal rushed out, said something, and then hurled a javelin at Ryan. The javelin was nothing more than a sharpened wood stick. Nevertheless, if thrown by someone strong, it could still be deadly. The aboriginal that threw it was about 6 feet tall and muscular all over like a bodybuilder. The javelin flew quickly toward Ryan. He cursed and quickly crouched down. The javelin passed just inches above his head. Ryan patted his chest in relief. "That was close." The Aboriginal man grabbed another javelin from another Aboriginal. Ryan thought to himself that he couldn't let him throw another one,