63: Chapter 63 Using your neck to blunt a blade?

"Snatch it back?"

In the corner, Liu Hui shuddered all over. "Have you all gone mad?! Have you forgotten what happened on the beach the day before yesterday?!"

"He has a knife in his hand! That's a military tactical straight knife! Day before yesterday, when Zhou Dahai snatched a few packs of dry rations, Lin Fan didn't even blink. With a flash of his hand and a drop of his blade, he directly sliced off several of Zhou Dahai's fingers!"

Recalling that bloody scene, Liu Hui felt a turmoil in his stomach, retched twice, and tears and snot streamed down his face. "Didn't you see the look in his eyes back then?! He didn't treat us like human beings at all! He's a merciless lunatic! If we go up there, we're just marching to our deaths!"

Liu Hui's breakdown instantly extinguished the trace of fanaticism that had just ignited.

Several male employees in the crowd who had previously been eager to try subconsciously shrank their necks.

They lowered their heads to look at their empty hands, then looked at each other's legs trembling from hunger.

That's right, what could they use to risk their lives against a madman with a knife?

Were they going to dull the blade with their necks?

The rock crevice fell back into dead silence, leaving only depressed gasps.

"Useless trash! You're all fucking useless trash!"

Zhao Na was trembling with anger. She stepped forward and grabbed Liu Hui by the collar.

"No matter how ruthless Lin Fan is, he's only one person! With one knife!"

"You bunch of grown men are each better than the last at bragging in the company, yet now, more than twenty of you have had your guts scared out of you by an intern with a three-thousand-yuan base salary? Do you even have balls in your pants?!"

She pushed Liu Hui away and turned to face everyone. "Use your water-logged brains to calculate properly! More than twenty people! Even if Lin Fan were Bruce Lee reincarnated, how many could he hack to death in a second?"

"Hack three to death? Or five? Don't you know how hard human bones are? After just a few chops, his crappy knife will dull! It'll get stuck in the cracks of the bones and won't come out!"

Zhao Na bent down, picked up a fist-sized, sharp-edged stone from the ground, and held it high.

"The twenty-plus of us can each pick up a stone, each take a wooden stick, and charge forward with our eyes closed! Even if we pile up human lives, we can bury him alive! As long as we kill him, dozens of boxes of nongfu spring, steaming self-heating hot pots, and Tomahawk steaks will all be ours!"

"Do you want to gnaw on rotten wood here for the rest of your lives? Do you want to be swallowed in one bite like spicy strips by that tens-of-meters-long giant snake? It's death either way, why not give it a fight!"

These words pierced every heart, every single word dripped with blood.

Hunger was the most terrifying poison in the world.

It could easily dismantle the morality, rationality, and fear that humans had built up over thousands of years.

When the words water and meat were thrown out by Zhao Na once again, fear began to recede from the eyes of several male employees.

In the shadows of the corner.

Wang Lan knew better than anyone that Zhao Na's tactic was a typical "human wave tactic," using the lives of a few people in the front row to consume Lin Fan's stamina and weapons while the people in the back reaped the rewards without lifting a finger.

Going up there would definitely result in deaths. As for who would die, it depended on who ran the fastest or who had the worst luck.

But she, Wang Lan, would definitely not be the first bird to stick its neck out.

Chen Jian did not raise his head, only shrinking his body deeper into the shadows.

In the center of the rock crevice, Wang Qiang's breathing grew heavier and heavier.

He had been kicked away flying by Lin Fan and scared himself to wet his pants; this was the greatest humiliation he had suffered in his life.

If Lin Fan were just an ordinary person, he would have brought people long ago to chop Lin Fan into pieces. But Lin Fan had a knife in his hand, and he was ruthless enough.

But now, Zhao Na's words swirled in his head like a spell.

More than twenty people could bury him to death just by piling up.

As long as Lin Fan died, Wang Qiang could not only wash away his humiliation, but also take over that massive batch of supplies.

By then, he would be able to summon the wind and rain once again.

Greed finally completely devoured Wang Qiang's remaining rationality.

"Zhao Na is right!"

Wang Qiang stood up, strode over to the campfire, pulled out a thick, blazing wooden stick, and held it high.

The firelight reflected off his distorted, excited face, making him look exceptionally ferocious.

"What the hell is Lin Fan? A murderer who killed everyone on the ship! We are acting on behalf of heaven! It's a self-defense counterattack!"

"Up there, not only is there food and drink, but there is also a Karst Cave that can block the wind and rain! Didn't you hear what Zhao Na just said? Lin Fan is currently embracing a woman and living it up inside!"

"Why?! Why should we freeze and starve down here while a bottom-feeder beast like him acts like an emperor up there?!"

This sentence completely ignited the jealousy and unwillingness deep in everyone's hearts.

"Fuck him to death!"

"Snatch back the supplies! Avenge Lao Li! Avenge our deceased colleagues."

An employee also snapped off a thick tree branch and gripped it in his hand.

Emotions are contagious.

In extreme despair, once someone takes the lead, the herd effect quickly magnifies.

In the blink of an eye, the twenty-plus people in the rock crevice, regardless of whether they were men or women, picked up handy stones and wooden sticks from the ground, and some even grabbed a handful of sand.

They were no longer white-collar workers in a civilized society, but a pack of hyenas driven mad by hunger.

Watching this scene, a sneer hooked at the corner of Zhao Na's mouth.

"Lin Fan, don't you think I'm dirty? Didn't you refuse to let me sit at the gaming table? This old lady is going to flip the table right now! Let's see how you die!"

"Everyone listen to me!" Zhao Na struck while the iron was hot. "Besides Lin Fan, there are also Zhang Tao, Xiao Zhou, and a few other guys up there."

"But don't you worry, Zhang Tao and the others have long been treated like black slaves by Lin Fan, doing the most tiring work every day and only getting to eat half a biscuit. They've been bottling up their anger for a long time!"

"As long as our main force charges up and builds up momentum, Zhang Tao and the others will definitely defect mid-battle and turn around to help us deal with Lin Fan! By then, Lin Fan will be completely isolated and unable to escape even with wings!"

"Good!" Wang Qiang vigorously waved the torch in his hand. "For water and meat! To survive! Everyone follow me up!"

At Wang Qiang's order, more than twenty starving, crazed survivors surged out of the rock crevice like a turbid mudslide.

They stepped unsteadily on the slippery, scattered rocks, borrowing the faint moonlight as they groped toward the Karst Cave platform more than a hundred meters above.

No one cared how sharp the stones underfoot were, nor did anyone care how piercing the sea breeze was.

There was only one thing in their minds: charge up, seize the supplies, and fill their stomachs.

At the very back of the crowd.

Su Qingxue silently stood up.

She didn't take a stone, nor did she take a wooden stick.

She just quietly followed at the very back of the crowd, maintaining a distance neither too far nor too close.

As the president of Shengtang Group, the education she had received and her intelligence were both telling her that Zhao Na's logic was full of loopholes, and it was simply impossible for Lin Fan to be some terrorist who sank the cruise ship.

But she did not speak out to stop them.

Because she was too hungry.

Stomach acid was frantically corroding her stomach lining, and every spasm brought piercing pain.

Her lips were chapped and bleeding, and her throat hurt as if she had swallowed razor blades.

She knew that if she couldn't get water to drink and food to eat tonight, she, a female president worth tens of billions, would definitely not make it past tomorrow evening's sunset.

In front of survival, the truth is worthless.