Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Reaching the cabin door, the refined-looking man with glasses could no longer hold on. He leaned against the door frame, panting heavily, his face deathly pale.

"What happened?"

People in the cabin heard his shouts and commotion and gathered around.

Bai Zhan also walked over, frowning as he asked in a deep voice, "Who stole the oil? Where are the people who were guarding it with you?"

The refined-looking man with glasses leaned against the door frame, and it took him a while to catch his breath. He said in a tearful voice, "It was...it was one of the two black men from those people during the day!"

They came to steal the oil!

The college student with the bowl cut who was with me tried to stop them, but I couldn't beat him, so I had to run back to get help...

He's still over there, I wonder how he is!

Bai Zhan's eyes instantly turned sinister. "These bastards are definitely up to no good!"

He turned to one of his men and said in a deep voice, "Go, wake up the brothers and come with me to take a look!"

"You dare steal oil and injure someone right under my nose? Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Soon, a group of people gathered behind Bai Zhan.

Bai Zhan knew these people were a bunch of rabble, so he immediately went to the hatch and gently knocked on it.

Sun Chengwu had just fallen asleep when he heard the noise and immediately opened his eyes, his gaze wary.

Seeing Bai Zhan's pale face reflected in the glass, he knew something had happened again.

Sun Chengwu opened the door and asked, "What's going on?"

Bai Zhan said, "The other side came to steal oil, and our men got beaten up. You have to help me."

Sun Chengwu felt a pang of regret for getting involved in this conflict.

But there's nothing we can do; sometimes, we just can't control what we do.

He pushed open the hatch, wrapped his coat tightly around himself, and concealed a steel pipe in each of his sleeves. "Let's go."

Bai Zhan led everyone out of the cabin.

The refined-looking man with glasses led the way, pointing to two figures in the darkness ahead and shouting, "That's them! Over there!"

Hearing the commotion, the two Black men turned around and saw a group of people rushing towards them.

They closed their suitcases and turned to flee.

The group hurried to the fuel tank and saw the college student with the bowl cut hairstyle curled up on the ground in the distance.

Sun Chengwu's heart sank. He rushed over first, crouching down to check on the situation: "Can you still speak?"

Hearing the noise, the college student with the bowl cut struggled to open his eyes. Seeing Bai Zhan and the others, tears welled up instantly, and he mumbled, "They...they stole the oil...and they hit me..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, two teeth fell out, and his mouth was full of blood.

Bai Zhan's face darkened. "Carry him back first."

Two henchmen carefully lifted the college student with the bowl cut.

The pot lid was trembling all over from the headache and couldn't help but let out a wail.

Sun Chengwu shouted, "Be gentle, he might have a fracture."

"Chase!" Bai Zhan gritted his teeth and spat out a single word.

Sun Chengwu knew that, given Bai Zhan's personality, he would definitely demand an explanation from the college student with the bowl cut at this point.

The other party not only hit a college student, but also slapped Bai Zhan, the temporary leader.

If not handled properly, his prestige may suffer a significant blow.

Sun Chengwu didn't say anything, silently following behind the group, his hands always tucked into his sleeves, tightly gripping the two steel pipes.

He knew that once they caught up with the warehouse, taking action was only a matter of time.

In situations like this, no matter how intense the fight is, protecting yourself is the most important thing.

"Where are those two black bastards who stole the oil? Come out here!"

Bai Zhan's angry curse shattered the silence of the night.

The people inside the cabin fell silent instantly, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes turned towards them, some wary, some flustered, and some disdainful.

The middle-aged white man in a suit and overcoat who had been there during the day strode out, followed by several strong white men.

The two black men who stole the oil huddled behind the crowd, quietly pushing their suitcases full of fuel, which they had hidden behind them, into the pile of goods.

"What do you want?" The middle-aged man in a suit exhaled white breath, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with an unfriendly expression.

"What am I doing here?" Bai Zhan sneered. "Ask those two black guys behind you what they've been doing."

The middle-aged white man frowned, turned to the two black men behind him, and asked in English, "What's going on?"

The two Black men immediately shook their heads and waved their hands, babbling incoherently and agitatedly explaining, "We just went out to use the restroom and saw them stealing oil. To stop them from stealing oil, we took action."

But who would have thought they'd chase us all the way here? If my brother and I hadn't run fast, we would have been caught and killed long ago.

The middle-aged man in the suit looked at Bai Zhan and said, "They said it was your people who stole the oil."

"Bullshit!" A burly man with a face full of scars next to Bai Zhan couldn't help but curse. "We saw with our own eyes that these two black devils stole the fuel and beat up our men."

The fuel must be hidden inside!

"Let me search!"

He then rushed into the warehouse, intending to search for the two suitcases.

Several white men immediately stepped forward to stop him, and the two sides instantly began shoving each other.

The middle-aged man in a suit looked at Bai Zhan and said, "My friend from the East, you've gone a bit too far. Not only are you stealing oil, but you're also slandering our people."

The East is known as a land of etiquette, but I saw not a trace of etiquette, only barbarity.

Bai Zhan stared coldly at the middle-aged man in the suit and said, "Are you afraid to let us search you because you have a guilty conscience?"

The middle-aged man in a suit said, "The suitcases there are full of fuel I collected during the day. If you just take one and say they stole it, how am I supposed to explain that?"

Bai Zhan pulled the refined-looking man with glasses aside and asked, "Did you see clearly? Were they those two?"

The refined-looking man with glasses couldn't help but shudder when he saw the two black men.

Both of these guys were over 1.8 meters tall, strong and muscular, with fierce glints in their eyes.

The middle-aged man in a suit threatened, "You'd better speak properly. Did you really see it clearly?"

Bai Zhan urged, "Speak quickly!"

The refined-looking man with glasses nodded, then shook his head. "I don't know either. It was too dark; I couldn't see clearly."

Bai Zhan, in a fit of anger, kicked the refined-looking man in the butt.

The refined-looking man with glasses stumbled forward a couple of steps and then fell flat on his face.

The middle-aged man in a suit stepped forward, helped the refined-looking man with glasses up, smiled and said, "Friend from the East, look, he said he couldn't see clearly, so why do you think it was those two people?"

Apart from a few unlucky individuals, all five hundred-plus passengers on the plane survived.

Perhaps someone else did it?

The refined-looking man with glasses kept his head down, not daring to look Bai Zhan in the eye.

Bai Zhan was young after all, and no matter how cunning he was, he was forced to lose his temper by the middle-aged man in the suit.

He yelled, "Everyone, search them!"

A group of people stood out from behind the middle-aged man in a suit, holding various weapons, and some even found controlled knives in the checked luggage.

The middle-aged man in a suit said in a low voice, "Let's see who dares."

Bai Zhan walked forward step by step.

Someone shoved him.

Bai Zhan grabbed a steel pipe and smashed it down on the man's head with a bang.

He grinned, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "You started it!"