Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Seeing the natives approaching, Zhao Zheng sneered, "What's wrong? Nobody dares to fight me anymore?"

Instead of realizing how ruthless he had been, he thought everyone was afraid of him.

Sun Chengwu smiled and said, "Letting the brothers do it will hurt our feelings."

When outsiders are involved, the violence is even more ruthless.

I keep my word. If you win, I'll provide you with food and lodging from now on.

You lost...

Zhao Zheng interrupted, "I lost, do whatever you want with me."

He had just won and was brimming with confidence. Even though he committed a foul, Sun Chengwu didn't punish him, which clearly showed that he valued talent and wanted to focus on cultivating him.

So, they arranged for an outsider to come up here, just to deliberately make things easier for him.

With food and lodging provided, he'd better make a good impression from now on.

Sun Chengwu discovered that people can actually laugh when they are speechless.

Judging from Zhao Zheng's overconfident appearance, he probably hasn't realized that his smile hides a knife.

The locals were rough with their hands, so who knows how badly they beat the victim?

As soon as the natives arrived, Zhao Zheng suddenly launched an attack.

The locals didn't expect this guy to be so uncivilized. Plus, he had been locked up for a long time and hadn't been able to move his hands and feet, so he was a little hesitant to act.

Zhao Zheng's punches were heavy, and when he swung them, the locals were forced to retreat.

He became increasingly frenzied as he fought, a look of ecstasy spreading across his face.

Sure enough, Sun Chengwu arranged for the locals to come up here to let him have some water.

But apart from him and those who fawned over him, everyone else clenched their fists.

This time, they didn't shout or cheer for anyone; they were all holding their breath.

If they weren't so lacking in confidence, they would have loved to go up and fight themselves.

Zhao Zheng chased the natives to the edge of the crowd, leaving them with nowhere to retreat.

A sinister smile flashed across Zhao Zheng's face. "It's over."

bump!

A dull thud sounded, and the one who fell to the ground was not a native, but Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng's face showed an expression of disbelief. He looked down and saw Tu kneeling on one knee, punching him in the liver area. Then came a strong pain and an indescribable feeling of nausea.

Zhao Zheng collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

The excruciating pain of a liver rupture is unbearable for most people.

Moreover, the indigenous man did not hold back; the punch ruptured his internal organs. Although he appeared to be unharmed on the surface, his liver had actually ruptured and was bleeding.

After convulsing for a while, Zhao Zheng's eyes widened and he lost his spirit.

Sun Chengwu slowly walked onto the stage, checked him over, and announced, "He has already fainted. The Tuzhe wins."

At this moment, silence speaks louder than words.

The new prisoners who had cheered for Zhao Zheng were completely silent, unable to utter a single word.

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in a deafening roar.

They were happy not because Zhao Zheng lost.

Rather, it was because they vented their anger.

This guy, relying on his ability to take a beating, is arrogant and looks down on everyone.

Originally, boxing matches were just a recreational activity for people to exchange skills and practice their fighting techniques.

Things changed after this guy arrived.

They only go so far as to stop when they've had enough, but this guy always beats people unconscious.

Some people even injured their bones as a result.

Sun Chengwu gave Lao Si a wink, and Lao Si immediately stepped forward and led the local scout away from there.

Sun Chengwu kicked Zhao Zheng, but Zhao Zheng remained unmoved.

His abdomen began to swell.

Sun Chengwu squatted down and touched it. It was very soft and warm, so there was a high probability that it was internal bleeding.

These indigenous people have really hard fists.

Sun Chengwu called over Lao Luo, "The man is in your hands now, you handle it."

Rogers, thinking Zhao Zheng had genuinely fainted, asked, "Boss, what should we do?"

Sun Chengwu said, "What else do we do with a dead body?"

Rogers exclaimed in surprise, "Dead?"

He went over to check and found that the man was indeed dead.

Rogers's face changed, and he quickly called out, "Old Ma, Darss, come here!"

Both of them know how to behave appropriately.

After seeing that Zhao Zheng was dead, they didn't make a sound. One of them grabbed Zhao Zheng by one arm and carried him away from the scene.

This was just a minor incident, and after it came to an end, Sun Chengwu arrived at cabin number three.

Big Black lives here.

By this time, Dahei had already fainted from the pain, his groin area was swollen badly. Erhei, who was sitting to the side, suddenly stood up when he saw Sun Chengwu enter. "Boss, I'm going to avenge my brother!"

Sun Chengwu raised his hand, gesturing for him to sit down. "Calm down, the person is already dead. I've avenged you."

Let me see your brother's injury.

After taking off his pants, Sun Chengwu examined him and found that his testicles were swollen like a blood oath.

After a careful examination, there was no external injury, only swelling and bruising.

Sun Chengwu judged that at least it was not damaged, but whether it would become necrotic later was unclear.

Sun Chengwu said to Erhei, "Take care of your brother these next few days. Call me anytime if you have any problems."

Erhei hesitated, "Boss, can I call my wife over to help?"

Sun Chengwu looked puzzled. "Huh? What sister-in-law?"

Erhei scratched his head and explained, "My brother recently got together with a woman, slept with her, and made me call her sister-in-law."

Sun Chengwu was immediately delighted. He hadn't expected Dahei to find a girlfriend here. He quickly asked, "Who is she?"

Erhei said, "The one who makes dried fish traps is called Zhang Xiaohua."

Sun Chengwu nodded. "Okay, I'll arrange it."

After returning home, Sun Chengwu found Li Ya and asked, "Is Zhang Xiaohua here?"

Li Ya nodded, "I'll go call her."

After a while, Zhang Xiaohua arrived.

She was in her late twenties and looked to be married. When she heard that Sun Chengwu was looking for her, she thought she had made a mistake and rushed over in a panic, "Boss... Boss."

Sun Chengwu comforted him, "Don't be nervous. I have a question for you: what's your relationship with Dahei?"

If Zhang Xiaohua says it's okay, Sun Chengwu will advise her to break up.

Zhang Xiaohua was very scared, but she still said, "Boyfriend and girlfriend relationship."

"As far as I remember, you've been married, haven't you?"

"I was married, but my husband is gone, and I don't have any children. In this situation, as a woman, I need to find someone to rely on."

Sun Chengwu didn't comment; it was someone else's life, and he couldn't morally blackmail Zhang Xiaohua into remaining a widow for her husband.

He smiled and said, "Congratulations. If you can go back, you must invite me to your wedding."

Zhang Xiaohua thought she would be scolded, after all, Dahei was Sun Chengwu's favorite, and she was climbing the social ladder.

If Sun Chengwu asked her to break up with him, she would have no choice but to agree; she couldn't ruin Dahei's life.

Hearing Sun Chengwu's next words, she was stunned, tears welling up in her eyes. "I...I will definitely call you!"

Sun Chengwu said softly, "I have some news for you. Don't panic, Dahei is in some trouble and needs your help for a few days."

Zhang Xiaohua was struck dumb, and asked anxiously, "What happened to Dahei?"