Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Upon hearing the bespectacled man's words, Bai Zhan's smile vanished instantly, his eyes turning as cold as the surrounding wind.

He reached out and grabbed the bespectacled man's wrist, his knuckles digging into the man's neck, causing the man to wince in pain and break out in a cold sweat.

"You offered me the cigarettes so I could give you a helping hand."

Now I'm entrusting you with something so important, and you're trying to shirk responsibility?

For Bai Zhan, he only associates with useful and courageous people.

The refined, bespectacled man is not included in this category.

The refined-looking man with glasses was deathly pale. The excruciating pain in his wrist radiated down his arm and into his bones. He could clearly feel the force in Bai Zhan's fingertips.

"Brother Bai... I'm not trying to negotiate," his voice trembled, "it's just that it's too cold tonight, and I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it..."

"You have to bear it even if you can't." Bai Zhan released his hand, raised his hand and patted his cheek. The action seemed casual, but the force was not light, making the refined bespectacled man's teeth ache.

"Either go and keep watch now, or you'll get half a pack of instant noodles."

Either get out of the cabin right now and freeze outside by yourself.

Whether you live to see tomorrow morning depends entirely on your luck.

Several of Bai Zhan's men gathered around to watch the spectacle, their eyes filled with schadenfreude.

They hate people who give gifts in this way, always trying to take shortcuts and exploit loopholes.

The refined-looking man with glasses gritted his teeth and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Brother Bai, I'll go find my companions right away."

"Okay, you can keep watch for an hour. You'll get your share of the benefits." Bai Zhan smiled again.

The refined-looking bespectacled man nodded repeatedly, not daring to say another word, and turned around and sheepishly found a young student with a bowl cut.

The student looked to be in his early twenties, with a somewhat immature air about him; judging from his age, he must have just graduated.

This kind of person is the easiest to bully.

The refined-looking man with glasses stepped forward, straightened his clothes, and said indifferently, "Brother Bai asked me to choose people for the night watch. You can come with me."

The college student with the bowl cut stammered, met the intimidating gaze of the refined-looking man with glasses, shrank back, and said, "Well... you can do it."

The two wrapped themselves tightly in all the clothes they could wear, tucked half a packet of instant noodles that Bai Zhan had sent them into their pockets, and shakily walked out of the cabin.

As soon as I stepped outside, the biting cold wind felt like knives scraping my face, causing excruciating pain.

The two men hunched their shoulders, rubbed their hands which were red and stiff from the cold, and quickly walked to a sheltered spot next to the fuel tank and squatted down.

The night was deep and dark, with only a faint light coming from the cabin in the distance.

The cold wind howled through the open space, making a wailing sound like the howling of ghosts and wolves, sending chills down one's spine.

"Bro, it's so cold!" The college student with the bowl cut was chattering and could barely speak. "Are we really going to have to stay here for an hour? I feel like we're going to freeze to death if we stay any longer."

The refined-looking man with glasses sighed, took out the half-eaten packet of instant noodles from his pocket, broke off a small piece, and stuffed it into his mouth. The dry, hard noodles stung his throat, and he swallowed several times before it went down.

He cursed inwardly, "I gave you a gift, and you said the benefit was just half a pack of instant noodles? If I weren't in this mess now, I would definitely have someone take care of you!"

However, on the surface, he dared not say a bad word about Bai Zhan, and said somewhat impatiently, "What else can we do? You've seen Bai Zhan yourself, we can't afford to offend him."

His voice was muffled, "Just bear with it, half an hour will pass quickly."

The two huddled together, trying to warm each other, their breath steaming in the air as they tried to warm their frozen faces and hands.

But the meager warmth dissipated instantly in the cold wind, and my hands and feet grew colder and colder, gradually becoming numb.

Just as the two were about to change shifts, they heard light footsteps in the distance, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal clashing.

The refined-looking bespectacled man instantly snapped to attention, jerked the bowl-cut college student next to him, and whispered, "Don't talk, someone's coming!"

The college student with the bowl cut was startled, instantly forgetting the cold, and nervously opened his eyes wide, looking in the direction from which the footsteps were coming.

Two tall, dark figures were seen moving towards the fuel tank. Judging from their build and skin color, they were the two black men from the group of foreigners who had clashed with them earlier that day.

"It's them! They really came to steal the oil!" The college student with the bowl cut's voice trembled, but with the fearlessness of a newborn calf, he suddenly stood up to stop them. "Stop! We agreed to take turns collecting the oil during the day!"

The refined-looking man with glasses felt a chill run down his spine. "Hey, don't shout!"

He quickly tried to pull the college student with the bowl cut, but couldn't stop him.

Hearing the noise, the black man looked up sharply. His dark skin stood out against the snow, and he was carrying two steel pipes that gleamed coldly in the night.

The bespectacled man instantly realized the situation; they were no match for the two black men.

He couldn't help but curse, "Are all college students these days so naive and stupid?"

He gritted his teeth, without the slightest hesitation, turned around and ran towards the cabin, with only one thought in his mind: hurry back and call for help!

The two black men were startled by the sudden appearance of the college student with the bowl cut. When they saw that he was the only one who came forward, they grinned menacingly.

One of the larger Black men gave a low shout and rushed over. Without saying a word, he punched the college student with the bowl cut in the face.

With a muffled thud, the college student with the bowl cut was hit so hard that his vision went black, and he fell backward, crashing heavily into the gas tank behind him with a loud thud.

A metallic taste filled his mouth, and he spat out several teeth mixed with blood and foam. The pain caused him to convulse, and he couldn't even cry out.

The other Black man ignored the fallen college student, walked straight to the gas tank, and took out a fuel hose and two empty suitcases from his toolbox.

He skillfully connected the fuel line to the fuel tank, placed the suitcase underneath to collect the fuel, and moved very quickly.

The burly Black man stepped forward and kicked the college student with the bowl cut in the stomach again, sneering, "You little brat, you dare to meddle in my business? You're tired of living!"

The college student with the bowl cut was curled up on the ground, sweating profusely. His body, which was already numb from the cold, was now in excruciating pain from the beating, and he could only let out weak groans.

Tears streamed down his face from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and watched the two black men steal the oil. His eyes were filled with anger and helplessness, but he didn't even have the strength to resist.

What angered him even more was that the refined-looking man with glasses actually turned around and ran away, leaving him alone there.

The two Black men chatted as they collected the oil, occasionally casting mocking glances at him.

However, it was too cold at night, and the fuel flowed very slowly, so it would take some time to fill the tank.

Meanwhile, the refined-looking man with glasses ran frantically towards the cabin, shouting as he ran, "Something terrible has happened! Someone's stealing fuel! Help!"