Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

After listening to Sun Chengwu's story, the bald man scratched his shiny bald head again, his eyes wide open.

In the end, it all boiled down to three words: "I didn't understand."

Sun Chengwu sighed, somewhat helplessly, "If you didn't understand, you didn't understand. You can get your goods from me later."

Considering that you currently have no food, we can allow you to buy on credit.

However, interest will be charged.

The bald man asked warily, "How much interest?"

Sun Chengwu thought for a moment, then looked at Richard, "Brother Li, what do you think is a suitable amount?"

Richard pondered for a moment and said, "It takes two days to make a fish trap, four days to make a shrimp trap, and half a month to make a gillnet."

Let's calculate the payment based on the hourly rate.

Two hundred catties of meat in fish traps, four hundred catties of meat in shrimp traps, and fifteen hundred catties of gillnets.

The interest rate will be 10% per year...

Before he could finish speaking, Sun Chengwu interrupted, "Ten percent per month, interest first, principal later."

Richard exclaimed in shock, "Isn't that too much?"

Sun Chengwu replied calmly, "Compared to life, it's not much."

Richard was thinking about legitimate business, while Sun Chengwu was thinking about how to use these debts to turn these Russians into his own people.

The two sides have different starting points and perspectives.

This is why Sun Chengwu could become a leader, but Richard could not.

A leader cannot have too much conscience.

The bald man couldn't understand what Richard was saying, so Sun Chengwu repeated it to him in Russian.

After listening, the bald man calculated for a long time and said, "This is too troublesome. I'll have the boss calculate it when we get back."

Sun Chengwu smiled and said, "Sure, I'll be stopping at your camp for supplies on my way back."

Soon after, Dals sent someone to say that the party was ready.

Sun Chengwu wasn't a big fan of parties; they were too noisy, and he preferred quiet.

But the brothers were so looking forward to this day that Richard persuaded them, "They haven't had a rest for over a month. Now that you're here, let's use this as an excuse to relax a bit."

Sun Chengwu had no choice but to agree and obediently become a mascot.

There was no alcohol at the party, so they used pine needles boiled in water instead. The point was to create a lively atmosphere. Many people got drunk even without drinking alcohol, chatting about everything under the sun and taking the optimistic and humorous style of Northeasterners to the extreme.

Aside from the very beginning when everyone took turns offering water to Sun Chengwu, he had little to do with it afterward.

The crowd formed a circle, in twos and threes, boasting about their glorious past experiences, which they had already told three times before.

After the party ended, a mess was left behind. The excitement subsided, and everyone regained their senses.

The brief respite felt like a dream, but life goes on.

Darss wanted to arrange for Sun Chengwu to stay in the largest house.

But Sun Chengwu chose a small house.

The main problem was that Lando had apparently been involved in some kind of activity in that big house, which made Sun Chengwu feel uneasy.

Sun Chengwu was exhausted after a long day and fell asleep quickly.

Not long after falling asleep, Sun Chengwu heard a noise, opened his eyes, and saw Wang Hu standing beside him.

Wang Hu made a shushing gesture and pointed outside.

Sun Chengwu turned his head and heard faint voices outside.

However, the voice was too soft for him to hear clearly, but he could tell that the speakers were the foreigners, who were formerly Lando's subordinates.

Wang Hu had already gripped the knife tightly in his hand.

Sun Chengwu also took out his short knife. Even though he was on his own people's turf, he still slept fully clothed, with the dagger always hidden on his calf.

Sleeping too comfortably can be so comfortable it's almost unbearable.

After a while, the sound disappeared, and the very faint sound of footsteps on snow stopped at the door.

Sun Chengwu and Wang Hu remained completely still, their breathing extremely shallow.

"Creak..."

The groaning sound of the wooden door amplified infinitely in the silent night.

A human figure is reflected on the ground.

Then one person walked in, followed by a second person, and then a third person.

They looked up and saw Sun Chengwu sitting upright, and Wang Hu standing beside him.

Someone shouted angrily, "Fuck, they're still awake! Run!"

The third person behind turned and ran away.

But Wang Hu had already rushed forward, while Sun Chengwu was a step too slow.

Sun Chengwu grabbed the shoulder of the first person to enter and plunged the dagger into his thigh without any hesitation.

The first person didn't expect Wang Hu to be so decisive. With a howl, the pain made him kneel on the ground.

He struggled to push Wang Hu away.

Wang Hu pulled out his dagger and stabbed him in the other thigh.

The first two people had already run away.

After Wang Hu stabbed the first person, rendering him incapacitated, he immediately gave chase.

Sun Chengwu approached the first person.

This is a Black man with curly hair, a long face, and is very thin. He should be in his early twenties.

He stretched his hand forward, gripped the dagger, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, and stabbed it toward Sun Chengwu's neck.

"Go to hell!"

He was lying on the ground, making it difficult for him to exert force.

Sun Chengwu pressed his knee down on his back, grabbed his wrist with his other hand, and twisted it forcefully.

crunch...

Click...

His hand went limp and fell to the ground; he could no longer hold the knife.

Sun Chengwu is a doctor, and dislocating joints is a required course in college.

Although he studied treating dislocations, sometimes when a joint is dislocated, it is necessary to break the arm bone and then reset it.

Therefore, he developed a pair of bone-dislocating hands.

"what!"

The young man with curly hair screamed in pain, pounding the floor repeatedly with his other hand.

After a while, Wang Hu returned, panting heavily, and said, "Those two bastards, they really ran fast, we couldn't catch them."

Sun Chengwu nodded. "It's normal for Black people to run fast; the world records for sprinting robes are all held by Black people."

Come on, help stop the bleeding, don't let him die.

I believe he will tell us who his accomplices are.

Seeing the smile on Sun Chengwu's face, the young man with curly hair suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and begged for mercy, "If you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, I'll kill you sooner or later!"

Click...

Sun Chengwu then twisted his other arm until it dislocated.

Now, he can't lift his legs or arms.

Sun Chengwu then grabbed his hair, pinched his cheeks, and forced his mouth open.

Then they stuffed a piece of wood into his mouth, tied the two ends with rope, and tightened it.

To prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

Young Curly Hair was very unlucky; one of Wang Hu's two stabs pierced his artery.

Sun Chengwu stepped on his thigh and tightened the rope to stop the bleeding.

With such a large amount of bleeding, he probably won't be able to hold on for long.

However, the young curly-haired man probably didn't know how badly he was injured. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sun Chengwu held the knife in front of his eyes and said, "Don't worry, we have plenty of time. Take your time."

He had to ask his accomplices before he bled to death.