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

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Chen Jian was trying to figure out whether Lin Fan was pretending not to care or just putting on an act.

Liu Gang panicked. He grabbed Chen Jian's arm and growled in a low voice, "Chen Jian! Don't fucking be stubborn at this crucial moment! They've made such a firm statement; if we push them too far, we'll really split up, and we'll all starve to death here!"

Wang Qiang panicked as well: "Yeah, Engineer Chen! That bastard Lin Fan said he could help us move some supplies first, so we won't lose out no matter what."

Several male employees began to whisper among themselves, and the tide turned instantly.

Faced with real death and hunger, Chen Jian's prestige is rapidly collapsing.

Chen Jian gritted his teeth, knowing that if he insisted on sending everyone up the cliff, Lin Fan would really give up the deal.

If there is no rescue in a few days and the food runs out, it will be Chen Jian who incites public anger.

Those starving people on the beach would definitely tear him apart.

He strode out and shouted at Lin Fan's retreating figure, "Lin Fan, do as you say."

Chen Jian turned to Liu Gang and Wang Qiang: "You two, along with Zhao Hai, go up with him. Keep your eyes peeled, make sure you get every single point you're entitled to. If he tries anything funny, the three of you fight him to the death. Just hold him off for three minutes, and as soon as we hear a commotion down below, we'll all rush up!"

Liu Gang clenched his fist, making a cracking sound, his face full of bloodthirsty greed: "Don't worry, it's three against three, we won't let them get the better of us."

Although Wang Qiang was somewhat wary of Lin Fan's previous ruthlessness, driven by hunger, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

The male employee named Zhao Hai was so hungry that his eyes were glazed over, and his mind was filled with thoughts of water and food. He followed without hesitation.

On the steep slope, four figures climbed upwards in a vertical line.

Zhao Hai walked in front, followed closely by Wang Qiang, with Liu Gang in third place.

Lin Fan walked at the back, deliberately keeping a distance of two or three steps from the three people in front of him.

He had a tactical dagger tucked into his waistband, and his right hand always hung at his side, ready to draw the knife at any moment.

I remember clearly from an interview with a Vietnam War veteran I saw online: Never turn your back on the enemy.

On this lawless desert island, this is not just a line of dialogue, but an ironclad rule for survival.

On the edge of the cliff, Zhou Kai saw a head emerge from the slope in the distance, its arms bulging with muscles, holding a rock weighing several tens of kilograms and staring intently down below.

Just as he was about to smash down, his gaze swept across the room and caught sight of Lin Fan, who was walking at the very back.

Zhou Kai breathed a sigh of relief, immediately released his grip, and placed the stone at his feet.

Zhao Hai was the first to climb onto the platform, panting heavily as he braced himself with his hands on the ground.

Next was Wang Qiang. His legs were weak, and when he climbed the last few steps, his knees hit the rocks hard twice, but he ignored the pain and scrambled into the cave.

Liu Gang was the last one to come up.

The three of them stood up, their gazes passing over Zhou Kai and landing directly on the depths of the cave.

In an instant, all three of them froze on the spot, their eyes fixed.

The cave is not large; with natural depressions and the obstruction of rock walls, the effective space is only about forty square meters.

But in this space of about twenty square meters, there are more than twenty boxes of unopened spring water neatly stacked in the corner.

Next to it were stacks of self-heating hot pots, instant noodles, compressed biscuits, sausages...

Near the fire, on the ground, lay two bulging woven bags, one of which was open, revealing a large bunch of bright yellow bananas inside.

Another one, tied with a rope and oozing a faint trace of blood, was a large piece of venison with blood streaks.

There is no weathering, no decay; it is all the industrial crystallization of modern civilized society.

For the three people who had spent days eating dried-out hermit crabs on the beach and drinking distilled water with a strange plastic taste, the visual impact of this scene directly tore apart their reason.

They knew Lin Fan had supplies, but they imagined it was just a few bottles of water and a few packs of biscuits.

Who would have thought that a small supermarket was hidden up there?

Wang Qiang's eyes widened, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and he managed to squeeze out a single word: "Fuck..."

Lin Fan was the last to climb onto the platform, bypassing the three men, and walked straight to the flat rock next to the campfire to sit down.

Then he pulled a bottle of water from the cardboard box next to him, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

The crisp sound of water was exceptionally loud in the quiet cave. Wang Qiang and his two companions were immediately drawn to the bottle of water, their breathing became heavy, and the longing in their eyes turned into a tangible green light.

"Eat up." Lin Fan put down the water bottle. "Eat if you're hungry, eat as much as you can."

Upon hearing this, the three of them were visibly taken aback.

Liu Gang looked at Lin Fan with a wary expression, as if trying to determine if this was a trap.

Wang Qiang stared intently at Lin Fan: "You...you're letting us eat?"

"What's wrong?" Lin Fan leaned forward slightly. "Aren't you hungry?"

This sentence completely broke their defenses. Of course they were hungry, so hungry that their stomachs were practically sticking to their backs.

They'd accept it even if it was poisonous; they figured it was better to die from overeating than from starvation.

The air was still for two seconds before Liu Gang made the first move.

He ripped open the nearest box of instant noodles, grabbed two packets with both hands, roughly tore the plastic packaging apart, and shoved the instant noodles directly into his mouth.

The hard, crunchy bread crunched between my teeth, leaving crumbs scattered all over the floor.

Desperate with thirst, he dug out another bottle of water. His hands trembled so much that he couldn't hold the bottle properly when he tried to unscrew the cap. So he simply bit off the cap and poured the water down his throat, the water flowing down his chin and into his dirty collar.

Wang Qiang crawled towards the pile of supplies using both hands and feet. He pounced on the bread, grabbed two sausages with his left hand, and stuffed them into his mouth without even tearing off the plastic packaging, chewing them frantically.

Zhao Hai grabbed whatever was at random and started making things.

The entire cave was filled with crude tearing sounds, swallowing sounds, and dry heaving sounds from people who couldn't swallow in time.

Liu Gang even tore off two bananas from the woven bag, peeled them, and swallowed them in three bites.

Zhang Tao huddled in a corner on the other side of the cave.

He watched the three of them frantically cooking, completely bewildered. Had Lin Fan been possessed?

Lin Fan leaned against the rock wall, watching the three of them eat heartily, his expression unchanged.

Zhou Kai endured for about three minutes, then walked over to Lin Fan with a furrowed brow and asked in a low voice, "Brother Fan, what's going on? The way they're eating... they can consume almost half of the supplies in ten minutes."

Lin Fan explained the whole story.

Zhou Kai's eyes widened instantly. Half the supplies? What will they eat then?

"Brother Fan, are you really going to exchange half of the supplies for Song Ya?" Zhou Kai couldn't help but blurt out.

Lin Fan stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked coldly at Zhou Kai.

His gaze was extremely light, yet devoid of any emotional warmth.

Zhou Kai felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized that he had overstepped the rules.

Inside this cave, Lin Fan's decision was not for him to question.

"I spoke out of turn." Zhou Kai quickly lowered his head, took two steps back, and returned to his post as the person in charge of guarding the area.

Lin Fan looked away, even though these starving, weaklings were no match for him.

There's a high probability that you'll take it back once you've given it to them.

But he didn't have a gun; he only had melee weapons.

Even if you wear down the knife and dull the shovel, you still can't kill all those dozen or so people.

If these people get so hungry that they rush at him without thinking, he himself would also be at risk of getting hurt.

On this island, even a minor wound infection can be fatal; he wouldn't risk his life to kill a bunch of useless trash.

Killing without a knife, winning hearts and minds is the best strategy.