Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

Wang Lan ignored him and turned her gaze to Xiao Liang and the others. "You can go if you want, but don't blame me for not warning you. Lin Fan is no pushover. Do you really think he'll willingly hand over the supplies?"

Xiao Liang and the others froze for half a second, the smell of barbecue filling their nostrils, their brains already hijacked by their appetites.

"Even if they don't give us supplies, at least we can have some meat!" Xiao Liang gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. "As long as we bring people up, Lin Fan will remember our kindness and give us a sip of soup."

He took two steps forward, grabbed Song Ya's clothes, and pulled her up.

The other two male employees immediately went to lend a hand.

Others were also eager to go, even if, as Xiao Liang said, Lin Fan really didn't provide any supplies, a piece of meat would be a good thing.

"Let go!" Another tall, strong male employee shoved Xiao Liang aside and grabbed Song Ya's other arm tightly.

"Who do you think you are? If anyone's going, it'll be me!"

In less than half a breath, four or five men surrounded her, using Song Ya as a tug-of-war rope, pulling and tugging her in the narrow crevice of the rock.

Nobody's stupid. Even if the three people who went up could only kneel on the ground and lick the bottom of the iron pot, they could still get some oil and fat.

Those left at the bottom can't even smell it.

The situation was completely out of control.

Not only the male employees, but also the women huddled in the back were overwhelmed by the aroma of braised beef noodles.

"Why should only the men go?!" A disheveled female employee rushed forward, her scream tearing through the air. "I used to be in the same project team as Lin Fan! He'll definitely recognize me if I go up there!"

She didn't care about decorum at all, and lunged at Song Ya with both hands, trying to seize control.

A dozen or so people instantly became a chaotic mess, pushing and shoving each other.

Curses mingled with the dull thuds of fists hitting flesh, creating chaos in the crevice of the rock.

Xiao Liang was squeezed in the middle. Just as he grabbed Song Ya's collar, a pair of hands reached out from behind and grabbed his hair tightly.

She was an extremely mean female executive, who was now starving and looked emaciated. She was desperately dragging Xiao Liang backward by his hair with both hands.

"Get out of my way! I'll go!" the woman shouted hoarsely.

A tearing pain shot through my scalp.

Xiao Liang was already so hungry that his stomach acid was churning, and the meat he had swallowed raw yesterday was burning inside him, causing the fire to surge straight to the top of his head.

He reached back and groped on the ground, his fingertips touching a pebble used as an ambush.

Without any hesitation, Xiao Liang swung his hand back.

A dull, unusual sound.

The woman's scream was stuck in her throat, her eyes bulged, a dent appeared at her temple, and blood gushed out instantly.

Her body went limp and she collapsed onto the sand, her limbs twitching twice before falling still.

The people around stopped, and in addition to the smell of instant noodles, there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Xiao Liang was panting heavily, clutching a blood-stained stone in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

A human life.

The laws of civilized society, along with this stone, were utterly shattered in this dark crevice.

Chen Jian pressed himself against the rock face, his eyes behind his glasses filled with terror.

He prided himself on his intelligence, yet he couldn't control this herd of mutated cattle and horses.

No one dared to go up and see if the woman was dead or alive. Everyone just instinctively took a half step back and stared at the stone in Xiao Liang's hand.

"Go ahead and hit me!" Wang Lan's voice suddenly rang out, chillingly indifferent.

She walked past Chen Jian to the front of the crowd. "Why did you stop? Take stones and throw them at everyone."

Wang Lan pointed up the slope, "You think Lin Fan was doing this out of kindness by cooking noodles there? That pot of noodles wasn't for you to eat; it was bones for catching dogs!"

"That beast up there didn't even throw down a single grain of rice, yet you all bit each other to death down there."

Wang Lan coldly swept her gaze across the woman on the ground, then looked at Xiao Liang, "Once only three of you are left, carry this woman up there. He won't even need to provide any supplies; he'll just kick you all into the sea. Does that feel good?"

These words were colder than ice water, extinguishing the surging fervor.

Xiao Liang's hand trembled, and the blood-stained stone fell onto the sand.

He was hungry, but he didn't want to be a helpless dog to be played with. "Then what do you suggest?"

Xiao Liang gritted his teeth, staring at Wang Lan, "Not going up, just staying here and smelling the aroma?"

Wang Lan kicked away the pebbles at her feet. "Since everyone wants to go up, then let's go up. But how should the spots be determined? We can't rely on fighting for them. If we keep doing this, everyone will die."

Wang Lan turned around, broke off a dozen or so pieces from a nearby withered tree branch, and held them in her hand. "Draw lots."

"The sticks are all in place, but the lengths at the bottom vary. Take the three longest ones up there, and the rest of you, stay down here and wait patiently."

"If food comes back from upstairs, we'll share it. If not, we'll all fight over it. Let's get through this difficult time first, okay?"

The crowd was silent for two seconds.

There is no better way; no one has absolute military power to suppress everyone.

Xiao Liang's outburst just now was due to extreme anger; he wouldn't have had the strength to kill all the remaining people.

"Draw it." Xiao Liang wiped the sweat from his face.

No one else objected; they were too hungry to even utter a single word.

Wang Lan gripped the branch tightly, revealing a level section.

From left to right, male and female employees stepped forward one by one. Each time they pulled out a stick, they glanced at its length. Some breathed a sigh of relief, while others stomped their feet in frustration.

It was Liu Feifei's turn.

She bit her lower lip, her legs feeling weak from hunger.

The usually aloof and high-class celebrity doesn't even have a clean pair of underwear now.

She glanced at Su Qingxue, who shook her head and didn't participate.

Su Qingxue couldn't bring herself to fawn over Lin Fan.

Liu Feifei is different; can face feed her?

It has steaming hot noodles and meat on top.

She was willing to beg Lin Fan and pay any price just to get out of this stinking crevice, as long as she could fill her stomach.

She reached out her scratched hand, grabbed a branch, and pulled it out.

It's a long list; I bet he's definitely on it.

Liu Feifei couldn't hide her joy and quickly clutched the branch in her hand, afraid that someone would snatch it away.

The lottery was over quickly.

Liu Feifei, along with two male employees who are usually not very noticeable, Lao Li and Da Zhang, drew the longest branch.

Xiao Liang stared at his short, withered twig, which was as short as a toothpick, and his eyes twitched.

I was not selected.

He was unwilling to accept it. Why should he?

He just killed someone, got his hands dirty, took the blame, and yet someone else got the chance to eat meat?

What can those two useless men, plus an actress who's good for nothing but showing off her charms, possibly do?

If Lin Fan doesn't provide supplies, would they dare to rob them?

"No way!" Xiao Liang broke the branch in two and threw it on the sand.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Old Li and Da Zhang. "I have to go! You two give me your spots!"

Old Li and Da Zhang were already weak, and upon seeing this, they immediately took a step back, clutching the short slips of paper tightly in their hands, neither of them willing to speak.

Going there means survival; not going there means waiting to die.

Let? Not even your own father, let alone a colleague.