Others try to survive on an island, I try to survive on a raft?

Chapter 157 People with Different Paths Cannot Make Plans Together

"Boom! Boom!"

The sound of artillery fire shattered the rain, and the flames briefly illuminated the night sky.

The group of long-tongued frogfish that had been lying around the steel and wood hadn't even had time to react before they were blown away in droves.

The remaining few were startled and were about to look up for the attacker when two thick harpoon bolts accurately pinned them to the ground one by one.

Su Jin stood on the deck, too lazy to even fire a third shot.

"Tsk, the skin is too fragile, it's too wasteful to use artillery shells to shoot it."

He shook his head, put down his binoculars, picked up a megaphone, and shouted towards the top of the cliff: "The filth down there has been cleaned up. I'll take the steel and wood with me. The previous debts are wiped clean. You'd better behave yourself in the future."

After saying that, he waved to Zhou Ping and Sun Daqing behind him: "Go down and move things, hurry up."

Watching the two people descend the cliff in their linen raincoats, Su Jin leaned against the railing, his cold gaze sweeping over the blurry figures at the top of the cliff.

He doesn't intend to do any extra charity work with this deal.

The fact that a team of 18 people lost so many members in just a few days shows how terrible their resilience and organization were.

If that woman named Mu Qing were to die unexpectedly one day, the remaining people probably wouldn't even qualify to be refugees in this world.

They're all cowardly pigs; saving them would be a waste of food.

On the cliff outpost, after hearing the news that all the sea monsters below had died, Zhao Dezhu, who had just been terrified, suddenly became a completely different person.

"Ha! They're all dead, it's good they're all dead, ah, that feels so good—"

Zhao Dezhu plopped back down beside the fire, leaning against the cold stone wall, adopting a lazy posture.

He stretched, turned to his still-stunned teammates, and shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Get out all our dried meat; we have to celebrate tonight!"

The team members looked at each other in bewilderment, but soon they were overwhelmed by the thought of having meat to eat.

Someone immediately crawled into the stone cave in the warehouse and found the few pieces of precious dried meat that were originally intended to be kept for the winter.

Within minutes, a rich aroma of meat wafted through the rainy night.

"Come on, Sister Mu, don't look so sullen, come and have some with us!"

Holding a piece of half-cooked dried venison in his hand, Zhao Dezhu said to Mu Qing, who was huddled in the corner, "What's the big deal? Look, we survived, didn't we?"

Looking at this scene, Mu Qing's eyes revealed a look of utter despair.

"That's winter rations—"

"Hey, what's all this talk about reserves? Live for today, don't you understand?" Zhao Dezhu interrupted her, chewing on some meat while mumbling his grand plan: "Once this rain stops, I'll be a hero again."

"We have axes, and the beach down there must be full of scraps of sea monster meat that the boss didn't clean up. Let's go scavenge some, and life will be back to normal, right?"

As he spoke, he stretched his greasy fingers over the fire to warm them, a smug look on his face: "As long as we can hold out, we can slowly collect resources, and maybe even use the island system to farm and develop our resources."

"At that time, you will realize that what we are consuming now is merely the tip of the iceberg of the future."

"One day, we can be like that big shot, going out to sea to be shrewd merchants!"

The other team members around him nodded in agreement, as if a bright future was beckoning them as long as they followed Zhao Dezhu in picking up trash.

Mu Qing merely sneered at this; she neither refuted nor went forward to eat the roasted meat.

She turned and walked towards the edge of the cliff, saying without looking back, "If you don't want to wait to die here, come with me."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yao followed without hesitation.

After all, Mu Qing had saved her more than once. Compared to Zhao Dezhu's current greasy and cowardly behavior, she trusted Mu Qing, her older sister, more.

Watching the two leave, someone frowned and whispered to Zhao Dezhu, "Captain Zhao, this—"

"Mind your own business." Zhao Dezhu waved his hand and casually tossed the cleanly gnawed bone into the fire.

"Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together, do you understand?"

"Since these two women want to go and seek refuge with others, let them go. We don't have much food left to begin with. Do you think I'm running a charity to support two women who can't work?"

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the male teammate next to him staring at Chen Yao's back, his eyes lingering on the curves of the pretty girl's body, and his Adam's apple bobbing lewdly.

"Alright, put those thoughts to rest."

Zhao Dezhu scoffed and slapped the teammate on the back of the head: "Don't think about things in your crotch all the time. That's entertainment for rich people who have nothing better to do than think about it."

"You can't even fill your stomach right now, so don't even think about carrying on the family line. Save your protein."

The team member, whose thoughts had been exposed, chuckled awkwardly and withdrew his head.

Zhao Dezhu, however, had no intention of stopping. As if trying to save face, he pointed towards the edge of the cliff in a sarcastic tone: "Some people are too proud and look down on us poor guys. I bet they want to be maids on that big ship."

"She's fair-skinned and has a natural advantage. Maybe she can actually get into that captain's bed. If we meet her then, we might even get some leftovers."

As he spoke, he glanced, intentionally or unintentionally, at the two remaining female team members gathered around the fire.

The two women felt extremely uncomfortable under that gaze.

They knew in their hearts that although they were women, in terms of looks and figure, they were indeed no match for Mu Qing and Chen Yao.

One level of competitiveness.

Now that Mu Qing is gone, if they don't make a statement soon, it's hard to say whether they'll still have a place by the fire.

"Pshaw, who wants to be a maid?"

One of the women immediately shoved the skewers of barbecue in her hand into the ground and raised her voice as if afraid Zhao Dezhu wouldn't hear her, "Of course we should follow Captain Zhao and work steadily. This is called self-reliance, and that's what independent women are all about."

"Only a lowly person would become a foot-washing maid just to get a mouth to eat."

Another woman quickly chimed in, her face filled with righteous indignation: "Exactly! I despise those kinds of people the most. They seem high and mighty, but they just want to find a rich man."

"Maybe that high-ranking executive before he transmigrated was someone he got his position by sleeping around!"

She snorted coldly, as if she had hit a nerve, and got more and more excited as she spoke: "Look at the look in her eyes just now, her soul was completely bewitched by that ship, she probably wanted to get on board from the very beginning, now that she's gone, it's just as well!"

That sharp and sarcastic voice, carried by the wind and rain, drifted unreservedly to the edge of the cliff.

At this moment, Chen Yao, who was hanging in the middle of the rope ladder, suddenly froze, almost climbing back to argue with Zhao Dezhu and the others.

So excited, he almost lost his grip on the rope ladder.

At that moment, Mu Qing's calm voice came from below: "Don't listen, concentrate."