68: Chapter 68 The Old Order Has Completely Collapsed

Inside the rock crevices.

Wails intertwined, and the thick smell of blood covered up the previous stench of urine.

The firelight illuminated the horrifying appearance of this group of defeated remnants.

Over twenty people rushed up, and only nineteen came back.

Two had died.

One was Xiao Li from the business department, whose back of the head was hit squarely by Zhang Tao's first stone, giving him not even a chance to roll down the slope, his brains bursting on the spot, and his corpse still stuck in a rock crevice halfway up the mountain.

The other was Old Chen from management, who was pushed down during the stampede triggered by Wang Qiang taking the lead in fleeing, rolled all the way to the bottom of the slope, broke his neck, stared with wide-open eyes, and was completely dead.

Four were seriously injured.

Liu Hui's right leg was brutally snapped during the stampede, his lower leg fractured into a bizarre L-shape, and the bleached bone shards pierced through the skin, exposing them to the outside.

He lay on the ground, in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to scream, only able to emit unsightly gasping sounds.

As for the other three people, some had broken heads and bleeding faces, while others had fractured ribs, rolling on the ground while clutching their wounds.

There were no doctors, no antibiotics, and not even a single drop of clean water.

On this Deserted Island on the edge of the Devils Triangle, a severe injury was equivalent to being sentenced to death.

"My leg… Save me…" Liu Hui's face was covered in blood, his mud-stained hand tightly gripping Wang Qiang's trouser leg, "Supervisor Wang… Think of something…"

Wang Qiang's face was ashen and his whole body trembled, kicking Liu Hui's hand away with one foot.

"Think of what method! What method can I possibly have!" Wang Qiang roared irritably.

Not only had he failed to seize the supplies, but he had also lost so many people.

What was even more terrifying was that he had completely seen through Lin Fan's ruthlessness.

That intern who usually didn't even dare to fart in the company was a complete lunatic!

Fear and despair spread within the rock crevices, but someone had to take responsibility for this tragedy.

They couldn't afford to provoke Lin Fan and his group, and they couldn't beat Zhang Tao and his group.

All gazes began to search within the rock crevices.

"Zhao Na!"

An extremely shrill scream rang out from deep within the rock crevices.

Old Chen's wife rushed out with disheveled hair.

She grabbed a handful of Zhao Na's hair, who was shivering in the corner.

"Ah!" Zhao Na screamed miserably, being forcefully dragged to the campfire.

"You thousand-man-ridden piece of trash! It was you who insisted that everyone go up and grab the things!" Old Chen's wife directly straddled Zhao Na's body, her hands tightly gripping her neck, "You caused the death of my Old Chen! You pay for my husband's life!"

Zhao Na was choked until her eyes rolled back, her hands frantically scratching at the person's face: "Let go of me… Cough cough… It was you guys who were greedy… wanting to eat meat… What does it have to do with me!"

"Doesn't it have to do with you?"

This sentence instantly ignited everyone's anger.

A few male colleagues who usually had a good relationship with Liu Hui stood up; they were so hungry that their legs were weak, but the fierce light in their eyes was even more vicious than that of wolves.

"If it weren't for you fanning the flames here, saying there was only Lin Fan alone up there, and saying Zhang Tao and the others would switch sides, would we have gone up there to throw away our lives?"

"You bitch! Failing to act coquettishly up there during the day, you ran down and used us as pawns!"

"Beat this bitch to death!"

Anger needed an outlet for release, and Zhao Na, the instigator, became the most perfect scapegoat.

Three male employees rushed forward, pulled Wang Jie away with a kick, and began a fierce, indiscriminate beating against Zhao Na on the ground.

"Bang! Bang!"

The muffled sounds of flesh impact echoed within the rock crevices.

"Ah~! Stop hitting! President Su! Supervisor Wang! Save me!" Zhao Na curled up on the ground, protecting her head with both hands, emitting a pig-slaughtering miserable scream.

Her clothes had already been torn by tree branches, and under the frantic tearing and trampling of several men, they instantly shattered into a few pieces of rags.

Large areas of fair skin were exposed to the air, mixed with mud stains, fresh blood, and urine, appearing incomparably pathetic.

"Save you? I can't wait to peel your skin off!" Wang Qiang not only didn't stop them, but instead stepped forward and spat a vicious mouthful of saliva onto Zhao Na's face.

He was just worrying about how to shift the blame, and Zhao Na had walked right into the firing line herself.

"Beat her! Beat her hard! It was this bitch who harmed everyone!" Wang Qiang roared righteously.

Su Qingxue leaned against the cold rock wall, looking at Zhao Na who was pinned to the ground being crazily beaten and almost stripped bare, her stomach churning violently.

She tried to stand straight and pull out the dignity of a president.

"Stop!" Su Qingxue's voice was dry and hoarse, "If you keep beating her, someone will die!"

No one stopped.

Even the employees of the Administrative Department who usually listened to her the most merely turned their heads coldly, looking at her with an extremely unfamiliar gaze carrying hidden resentment.

Su Qingxue felt as if she had been struck by lightning, freezing in place.

She suddenly realized with sorrow that her presidential halo was, at this moment, completely buried on this Deserted Island along with those two corpses.

Without supplies and without force, her words here were worth even less than a fart.

In the shadow of the corner.

Wang Lan watched this farce of dogs biting dogs with cold eyes.

She gently pinched the palm of Chen Jian beside her.

Chen Jian lowered his head and nodded imperceptibly.

He knew that Wang Lan's meaning was: the old order had completely collapsed.

Wang Qiang had lost his prestige, and Su Qingxue had become a mere figurehead.

It was time for them to secretly take over.

The cliff-top platform.

The sea breeze blew away the lingering smell of blood and stench of urine in the air.

Five men including Zhang Tao and Xiao Zhou slumped splay-legged on the gravel ground, panting heavily.

Their hands were still trembling involuntarily.

They had killed someone.

Although it was impossible to see clearly who was crushed to death in the dark, the sounds of bone fractures and screams coming from below could not be fake.

In civilized society, this was called intentional homicide, which would get one a bullet.

But here, when Zhang Tao smelled that aroma of braised beef noodles, the fear in his brain was instantly swallowed clean by greed.

Zhang Tao turned his head to look at Lin Fan sitting by the campfire.

Lin Fan looked calm, pointing the tip of his knife at the five buckets of instant noodles and five bottles of water on the stone.

"Well done, come over and take your reward."

Zhang Tao swallowed a surge of saliva, scrambled over blindly, and tightly hugged that bucket of braised beef noodles in his arms, his tears instantly gushing out of his eyes.

Fuck the killing! Fuck the colleagues!

As long as he could eat his fill, if he were asked to go down right now and chop off Wang Qiang's head, he wouldn't hesitate at all!

"Thank you Brother Fan! Thank you Brother Fan!"