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

Liu Gang was enlightened by Wang Qiang's words.

Yeah, what good are women anyway?

At the critical moment when a starving ghost is about to be reincarnated, even a celestial being would need to fill their stomach before they have the strength to do anything.

Changing the water and meat is a sure-fire way to make money.

No matter how harsh Lin Fan's words were, the fact is that he took the initiative to come down the cliff and make his own demands.

Liu Gang swallowed the saliva produced by his dry mouth and was just about to agree to the deal.

"Wait a minute."

Chen Jian interrupted him.

He walked past Wang Qiang to Liu Gang's side, his gaze passing over Liu Gang's arm and landing on Lin Fan's calm face.

Chen Jiantai was well aware of this negotiation tactic.

Lin Fan deliberately spoke so harshly to lower the woman's value, making people think she was just a worthless piece of junk that could be discarded at any time, thereby reducing the bargaining power for her ransom.

"Lin Fan," Chen Jian raised his voice, his tone slightly hoarse, "Do you think everyone else is stupid?"

Lin Fan stood still, and Chen Jian continued, "You think it's a waste to replace her, you don't want her, you think she's just a troublesome tool, fine, no problem."

He pointed a finger at Song Ya, who was being choked by Liu Gang on the ground, and said, "You may not care, but we do. With Song Ya's physique, she must weigh at least 800 jin (400 kg). If you take away the bones and the inedible offal, she should have at least 30 or 40 jin (15-20 kg) of clean flesh."

The wind blows across the beach.

Wang Qiang froze on the spot, and Liu Gang's hand also stopped in mid-air.

"Forty or fifty pounds of high-protein food." Chen Jian's tone was anything but joking. "If we cut it up and roast it, it'll be enough to keep our dozen or so brothers going for several days. We certainly don't dare go into the forest to fight monsters, those things can kill, but killing a woman isn't much harder than killing a chicken."

These words made even the sound of waves crashing against the rocks seem extremely harsh.

eat human.

Chen Jian didn't say those two words outright, but the bloodthirstiness in his words had already ripped the nerves of everyone present.

Su Qingxue stood a few meters away, her stomach churning, a wave of nausea rising in her throat.

Cannibalism? These people are out of their minds.

Even when wild beasts are starving, they won't eat their own kind. Yet Chen Jian, a highly educated engineer, was able to plot how to divide the flesh of a living person in broad daylight.

She bent over and gagged, turning her head away, not daring to look at Chen Jian even once more.

That's disgusting.

The male employees looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Being starving is one thing, but actually having to cut a living person's flesh with a knife is enough to make anyone's heart tremble.

Chen Jian glanced at the group of male employees: "Stop pretending to be civilized. When you're so hungry you can't even stand up, and you've eaten all the grass on the island, you'll know how precious these few dozen kilograms of meat are. If you don't eat it, plenty of others will."

Despite Chen Jian's frantic shouting, Lin Fan remained standing still, without even changing his expression.

"Eat people?" Lin Fan said coldly. "Do you even have teeth? Anyone can talk tough."

Chen Jian's face contorted in disgust upon hearing Lin Fan's nonchalant sarcasm.

"Don't believe me? You think I'm bluffing you?" Chen Jian nodded and took a step forward.

Although Song Ya was trembling all over as she was pressed down on the sand, her mind was unusually clear at this moment.

She realized that these people were not human at all; they were monsters that had crawled out of hell.

If Lin Fan really tries to exchange supplies for her, these monsters, who have tasted the sweetness of success, will definitely not give up. They will suck all of Lin Fan's survival resources like leeches.

"Lin Fan!" Song Ya yelled at the top of her lungs, "Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"

She twisted and struggled with all her might in the opposite direction from Chen Jian, shouting, "They're a bunch of heartless animals! Don't fall for their tricks! They won't let me go even if you take the things! Just go!"

"You filthy bitch, who gave you the right to yell here!"

Chen Jian's face turned ashen, and he raised his right leg.

The solid, hard sole of the kick landed squarely on Song Yaping's flat stomach.

"Bang."

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Song Ya couldn't even let out a scream; all her sounds were forcibly cut off in her throat.

Her body instantly curled into an extreme arc. Her eyes bulged out, her mouth was wide open, and she gasped for breath, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth onto the sand.

But it's not over yet.

Now that Chen Jian has made his statement, he can't just be going through the motions.

To force Lin Fan to submit, we must be ruthless.

He strode forward, grabbed Song Ya's disheveled hair with both hands, forcefully pulled her upper body up, and delivered a vicious kick to her chest with his right foot.

a bit.

Song Ya's body slammed heavily against the rocks behind her.

Two times.

Three times.

"Pretending to be virtuous! Pretending to be a damn chaste widow!" Chen Jian panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot, his shoe soles striking Song Ya repeatedly. "You really think I wouldn't dare kill someone? Today I'll kill you right in front of him, and let's see who dares to say a word against it!"

Song Ya's blood gushed from her nose and mouth, staining a large patch of sand beneath her a deep brown.

Song Ya's vision began to blur, and the surrounding sounds of Chen Jian's curses, Su Qingxue's vomiting, and the sound of the waves all turned into a buzzing noise.

Through her eyes, which were blurred with sweat and blood, she stared intently at the tall man in the distance.

Lin Fan stood there without saying a word or moving.

Song Ya looked at him, tears mixed with blood flowing into the sand, but she managed to twitch her lips with great effort.

It's not his fault.

In this lawless place, not saving her is the rational choice. As long as he can survive, that's enough.

Time seemed to stretch out for an eternity at that moment.

In Song Ya's mind, her consciousness, which was about to be extinguished due to extreme pain, suddenly brought back an old scene from more than ten years ago.

It was deep winter.

Behind the dilapidated tenement buildings in the urban village lies a dead-end alley frozen solid.

At fifteen years old, she had two braids and was cornered by several thugs.

They tore her school uniform and stole money from her pockets.

She cried for help, and an adult passing by at the alley entrance glanced at her, then lowered his head and walked away quickly.

Nobody cared; everyone thought it was better to avoid trouble.

Just when she was in despair, a person rushed in from the alley entrance.

A boy wearing a faded, light-colored shirt.

The boy didn't shout anything, but clutched half a red brick covered in frozen mud tightly in his hand and charged straight into the four thugs.

That's a completely reckless fighting style.

The boy was pinned down in the snow and kicked repeatedly, his nose bleeding and his eye lacerated.

But he wouldn't let go, and when the opportunity arose, he smashed a brick into the nose of the ringleader.

The sound of a broken nose, mixed with the thugs' pig-like screams, completely terrified the group.

The boy climbed out of the snowdrift and threw the schoolbag he had snatched back at her feet.

He wiped the blood from his face with his tattered sleeve, didn't say a word, turned and left, leaving behind only a straight-backed figure.

Many years later, Song Ya had excellent grades, but she chose Sheng Tang because the boy who saved her worked at that company.

On her first day at the company, she saw a young man working busily in the lobby.

The young man was tall and looked very different from how he used to be.

But the moment he picked up the cardboard box and turned around...

That silhouette was completely overlapped with the silhouette of the person who saved her in the snow when she was fifteen.

She didn't go to identify the person.

Even though she was sexually harassed by Wang Qiang and suffered all kinds of grievances, she did not resign.

I owed fate to someone more than a decade ago, in that snowy field.

Now that I'm dying here, it's a good way to repay him, and we're even.