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

When women fight, there are no set patterns, only pure savagery.

Lily was the first to act. She pounced on Zhao Na, grabbed her hair, and pulled it down forcefully.

Zhao Na felt a sharp pain in her scalp and her body slumped down, but she reacted quickly, slapping Lily hard across the face with her backhand. Then, she curled her fingers into claws and dug them into Lily's chest.

"Ah!" Lily screamed as her clothes were ripped open, and the bra strap snapped with a "snap," leaving several bloody scratches on her bare skin.

"You filthy bitch, how dare you grab my breasts!" Lily went completely mad. Ignoring the risk of exposure, she gripped Zhao Na's neck tightly with both hands and thrust her knees upwards.

Zhao Na was no pushover either; she had worked in nightclubs and knew more dirty tricks for fighting than anyone else.

She ducked down to avoid Lily's knee, and reached down with her right hand to grab her forcefully.

"Holy crap!" Zhang Tao, standing next to him, nearly popped his eyes out.

Go bot lane.

Zhao Na, a top saleswoman who usually works in a CBD office building, wearing high heels and drinking Starbucks, uses these underhanded tactics with ease.

Lily was in so much pain that her whole body convulsed, and tears and snot streamed down her face. She released Zhao Na's neck with both hands, clutched the bottom lane, and rolled around on the gravel.

Seeing this, the other three women immediately surrounded and attacked Zhao Na.

"Kill her! Throw her down!"

"Why should she stay?!"

The four of them rolled around in a ball.

There was no method to it; it was all deadly.

The young woman from the administration department bit Zhao Na's shoulder and wouldn't let go.

Zhao Na cried out in pain, grabbed another woman's suspenders with her backhand, and tore them apart with force. With a "rip," the woman's top was shredded into strips.

They rip chests, pull hair, bite, and grab the bottom lane.

The ground was covered with scattered hair and torn fabric.

The five women were covered in dirt, their faces were streaked with blood, and they were barely clothed and had no semblance of appearance.

The air was filled with a mixture of smells of sweat, blood, and cheap perfume.

Song Ya sat by the fire, her face flushed red.

She turned her head away, unable to bear looking.

She couldn't imagine that these sophisticated white-collar workers, who were usually aloof in the company and even compared nail polish colors, could turn themselves into such a monstrous appearance for half a bite of barbecue.

Xiao Zhou and Zhang Tao, along with several other men, stood to the side, swallowing hard.

Lin Fan sat on a rock, holding a tactical straight knife, slowly picking the dirt out of his fingernails.

He watched the farce unfold with a cold eye.

It lasted a full five minutes.

The five women were severely exhausted. Zhao Na's face was covered in bruises, and blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth. She was left with only a tattered undershirt hanging on her body.

Lily was curled up on the ground, still gasping for breath while clutching her genitals.

almost.

Lin Fan stood up.

"Stop it, all of you!"

This crisp sound was even more effective than Su Qingxue's usual.

The five women froze instantly.

They stopped what they were doing and looked up at Lin Fan in horror.

Zhao Na released her grip on the other person's hair, disregarding the exposed skin, and scrambled to Lin Fan's feet.

"Brother Fan... I won. They couldn't beat me." Zhao Na raised her head. "Let me stay. I'll do whatever you say."

Lin Fan didn't look at her; his gaze swept over everyone present.

A dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

"You can stay if you want."

Zhang Tao and Xiao Zhou were overjoyed.

Lily struggled to sit up, her face filled with disbelief.

"Everyone can stay."

"Really?" Zhang Tao took a step forward excitedly. "Lin Fan, I knew you were someone who cherishes old friendships! We're all colleagues..."

"Shut up," Lin Fan interrupted him.

Zhang Tao's smile froze on his face.

Lin Fan walked to the edge of the platform and drew a line on the ground with a fire poker.

"Once you cross this line, there are no colleagues, no superiors or subordinates, only my rules."

Lin Fan turned around, and the firelight cast his shadow long, looming over everyone's heads.

"First rule. No idlers here. If you want food or water, you have to exchange it for labor."

"Secondly, I will assign daily tasks. If you complete the task, each person will receive half a bottle of water and half a compressed biscuit per day. If you fail to complete the task, you will be cut off from water and food."

"Thirdly, anyone who finds any supplies, even a broken piece of wood, must hand them over. Anyone who dares to hoard them will be immediately expelled."

When the three rules were laid down, the crowd fell silent instantly.

Half a compressed biscuit? Half a bottle of water?

This amount of food is barely enough to keep my vital signs from collapsing, let alone fill my stomach, and I still have to work!

Lin Fan ignored their grim expressions and continued to throw out the last point.

"Article Four: Joint Liability and Reporting."

Lin Fan's gaze lingered on Zhao Na and Xiao Zhou's faces for a second.

"Anyone found hoarding supplies or disobeying my orders will be thrown off the cliff."

"But if someone reports it beforehand, and it's verified, the whistleblower can get all of that person's future food rations."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tao subconsciously glanced at Xiao Zhou beside him and took a half-inch to the side.

Lily also stared warily at Zhao Na.

There is a reward for reporting.

This meant that, from this moment on, these dozen or so people could no longer stick together. Each of them was Lin Fan's eyes, and each of them could become someone else's bargaining chip for barbecue.

Lin Fan used half a cookie and a sip of water to completely unleash the greed and selfishness inherent in human nature.

Song Ya sat in the back, watching Lin Fan's tall and straight back. She suddenly felt that this man was more terrifying than the storm outside.

He is not taking in refugees.

He is building his own empire. And these people are his cheapest and most obedient slaves.

After a brief period of silence, the rebound arrived as expected.

Zhang Tao's face turned bright red. He glanced at the mountain of bottled water and food behind Lin Fan, and then at the tomahawk steak that Lin Fan hadn't finished eating in his hand.

Jealousy and resentment clouded his judgment.

"Lin Fan, isn't this just being unreasonable?" Zhang Tao said, sticking out his neck and taking a step forward.

As soon as he spoke, several other male colleagues nodded in agreement.

"We worked so hard to climb up here and come to rely on you, and you want us to work? What are we here for then?" Zhang Tao pointed at the pile of supplies, his tone accusatory and self-righteous. "We're all from the same company. You've stockpiled so much food and drink, what's wrong with sharing some with us for free?"

"Yeah, right," another guy from the tech department muttered quietly. "You can't possibly finish all that food by yourself. When the rescue team arrives, we'll all be thanking you when we get back to the company. Isn't this capitalist exploitation tactic a bit too much?"

Their words reeked of the overgrown-up, white-collar mentality of adults.

In civilized society, they are used to following the rules and to the idea that "I am weak, therefore I am right." They thought that by climbing up and calling out "Brother Fan" a couple of times, they could rightfully share the supplies that Lin Fan had risked his life to hoard.

Lin Fan smiled.

He slowly walked up to Zhang Tao.

Zhang Tao was half a head taller than Lin Fan, but when Lin Fan stared at him, he felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively wanted to back away.

"What's the point?" Lin Fan asked back.