65: Chapter 65: Fan Ge is right! Kill them!

Lily held her noodle soup, looking down condescendingly at Xiao Qin, who usually acted so aloof and high-and-mighty in the company, and smiled smugly, just about to speak.

"Clatter..."

The sound of rolling gravel interrupted her.

Immediately following were dense, chaotic footsteps, mixed with heavy panting and suppressed curses.

The sound came from below the steep, hundred-meter-long slope.

Someone was coming up.

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And there were quite a lot of them.

The smile on Lily's face instantly froze, and her hand holding the instant noodle bucket trembled violently, splashing a few drops of rich noodle soup onto the gravel.

Xiao Qin was also stunned, scrambling and crawling backward behind the bonfire.

Lin Fan didn't speak, holding the tactical straight knife with a blood groove upside down in his right hand.

He walked to the edge of the platform, looking down condescendingly at the bottom.

Zhang Tao, Xiao Zhou, and the others exchanged glances, scrambling and crawling over to the edge of the platform to poke their heads out and look down.

With just one look, Zhang Tao's scalp tingled with horror.

A dense, pitch-black mass!

Under the dim moonlight and the swaying firelight below, more than twenty people were seen climbing up the narrow and slippery slope.

They held crude wooden sticks in their hands, and some even clenched sharp stones.

Walking at the very front was Wang Qiang, holding a torch.

Walking beside him was Zhao Na with a venomous look on her face.

Behind them were the company colleagues who had been starving for a day and a night, their eyes glowing with a green light of hunger.

At the very back of the crowd, the iconic figures of Su Qingxue and Liu Feifei could be vaguely seen.

"Fan... Brother Fan..." Zhang Tao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling, "It's Supervisor Wang... President Su and the others have all come up... "

Over twenty people!

This was absolute numerical suppression!

Across more than half of the slope, Wang Qiang evidently also saw Lin Fan standing at the edge of the platform.

Relying on the backing of more than twenty people behind him, the fear Wang Qiang felt earlier when Lin Fan kicked him away instantly vanished, and his confidence swelled to unprecedented levels.

He stopped, waved the torch in his hand, and yelled at the top of his lungs toward the Karst Cave above.

"Lin Fan! You dog bastard!"

"You played turtle for a clown, sank the cruise ship, and killed everyone on board! Old Li was eaten by a snake during the day, and that was your fault too!"

"You murderer! Today we are going to act on behalf of heaven and avenge Old Li!"

The more Wang Qiang cursed, the more righteous he felt, "If you know what's good for you, hand over all the company's supplies immediately! Kneel down and kowtow to apologize to President Su! Otherwise, today our twenty-plus people will drown you with a single mouthful of spit each!"

Along with Wang Qiang's roar, the crowd below also let out a burst of angry clamor.

"Hand over the supplies!"

"Murderer!"

"Lin Fan, you dog bastard, you caused us to end up on a Deserted Island."

Wave after wave of noise rolled in, looking fierce and menacing.

At the edge of the platform.

Zhang Tao, Xiao Zhou, and lower-level employees like Xiao Qin hiding in the back turned pale instantly.

The servility instilled by long-term oppression by senior executives in the company flared up once again at this moment.

That was President Su! That was Supervisor Wang!

They were the upper management who held the power over their life and death and decided how much salary they could get at the end of the month!

Now, the whole company had stormed up. No matter how good Lin Fan was at fighting, with only a knife in his hand, how could he possibly stop more than twenty people?

Once the defense line was breached and Lin Fan died, Su Qingxue and Wang Qiang would definitely settle accounts with them later!

"It's over..." Xiao Zhou's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

Zhang Tao also subconsciously took two steps back, his eyes flickering, and he had even begun plotting how to slide down and beg Wang Qiang for mercy later, and how to pin all the blame on Lin Fan.

Just as these few people were scared out of their wits and ready to switch sides in the face of battle...

An extremely sneering chuckle sounded in their ears.

Lin Fan smiled.

He looked at the group of stumbling drudges holding wooden sticks below.

Acting on behalf of heaven?

Avenge Old Li?

They were just a bunch of dogs driven crazy by hunger, finding a fig leaf to cover themselves while snatching bones.

Lin Fan completely ignored the clamoring Wang Qiang below, instead turning his head and coldly glancing at Zhang Tao and the others who were trembling with fear.

"Want to eat noodles?"

"No need to beg her." Lin Fan pointed at the dense crowd below the slope, "The people down below are just here to deliver noodles to you."

Zhang Tao was stunned.

Deliver soup?

Over twenty people rushing up with sticks to fight for their lives, and this is called delivering noodles? Had Lin Fan gone mad with fright?

Before Zhang Tao could react.

Lin Fan turned around and strode over to the pile of supplies deep in the Karst Cave.

He took out a cardboard box directly and tipped it over,

"Clatter, clatter, clatter!"

Several unopened buckets of Master Kong Braised Beef Noodles rolled out.

Under the firelight, the plastic film reflected an enticing luster.

Immediately following.

"Bang!"

Several fully-filled bottles of nongfu spring were placed next to the instant noodles.

Zhang Tao, Xiao Zhou, and even Xiao Qin, who had been crying just moments ago, had all their gazes nailed tightly onto that bucket of instant noodles and that bottle of water.

They couldn't pull their eyes away.

The overpowering meaty aroma from Lily eating noodles just now was still lingering in the Karst Cave, frantically tearing at their stomach walls.

"As long as you obediently listen to me and help me beat back this bunch of trash below."

"You won't have to drink leftover soup."

Lin Fan pointed at the supplies on the stone.

"Each person gets a reward of a whole bucket of instant noodles! Plus a bottle of nongfu spring!"

A whole bucket of instant noodles!

A whole bottle of purified water!

No need to lick other people's leftover soup dregs like a dog, and no need for several people to share half a piece of rock-hard compressed biscuits!

Zhang Tao's breathing instantly became as heavy as an ox's.

Su Qingxue!

Wang Qiang!

The long-standing prestige of the company's senior executives!

In front of absolute hunger, in front of a whole bucket of piping-hot instant noodles, it was all fucking bullshit!

What kind of thing was Wang Qiang? Normally in the company, he only knew how to make them take the blame, and now he rushed up just to snatch their life-saving rations!

And what kind of thing was Su Qingxue? Could she pay wages? On this Deserted Island, she was even too stiff to wipe your ass with!

"Do it!"

He grabbed the thickest treated wooden stick on the ground.

Hunger and greed completely burned away his reason, and completely burned away the last trace of servility from civilized society on his body.

"Brother Fan is right! Fuck them up!"

Xiao Zhou's eyes also turned red, and he picked up two sharp stones, his teeth grinding audibly.

"They want to snatch our noodles! I'll fight them to the death!"

The other three male employees also picked up their weapons one after another, each with a ferocious expression, staring fixedly at the crowd climbing up below.

Under heavy rewards, brave men will naturally appear.

Extreme hunger instantly forced this group of cowardly bottom-tier drudges into ferocious wolves guarding their food.

Lin Fan looked at these red-eyed men, a flash of mockery passing through the depths of his eyes.

This was human nature.

As long as the chips were enough, even gods and Buddhas could be pulled down from their horses, let alone a few outwardly strong but inwardly weak bottom-tier drudges.

"Very good."

Lin Fan gripped the tactical straight knife and walked slowly to the very edge of the platform.

"All males, stand at the edge of the cliff."

"Take off your pants."

Zhang Tao was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard: "Brother Fan... What did you say?"

"I said take off your pants." Lin Fan pointed below, "Aren't they thirsty? Add some seasoning for the people below."

Take off pants.

Add some seasoning.

Zhang Tao and the other four men instantly understood Lin Fan's meaning.

This was an attack using urine!

On this steep slope with a drop of more than ten meters, looking down from above, this was simply a double blow of physical defense and psychological insult!

If it were in civilized society, even if Zhang Tao were given ten guts, he would never dare to do such a thing toward the company's supervisor and president.

But now, his mind had only that bucket of braised beef instant noodles.

"Understood!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Tao rushed to the very edge of the platform first.

He ripped off his belt, pulled down his pants, faced the cold wind, and aimed at Wang Qiang, who was climbing up holding a torch below.

Xiao Zhou and the other three male colleagues followed suit one after another, lining up in a row and standing at the edge of the cliff.

Just at the moment when this group of men were ready to "open the floodgates"...