Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

The fire lit up the small space, and it quickly warmed up.

The old man took out the snacks and local specialties they had collected and distributed them to Sun Chengwu and Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing took a bag of potato chips and said softly, "Thank you."

Sun Chengwu took a sausage.

These high-calorie foods are rarely eaten on a regular basis for the sake of health.

In this current environment, it has become a lifesaver, and people can eat it freely.

Sun Chengwu took a bite of the sausage; it was a bit greasy and a bit salty, but mostly it had a meaty aroma.

Sun Chengwu used to dislike the texture of Chinese sausage, finding it both hard and sweet.

This was the first time he had discovered that sausages could taste so good.

With food in my stomach, my hunger was relieved.

The old man asked, "Young man, it's been so long, and I still don't know how to address you."

Sun Chengwu joked, "Didn't you call me a little bastard before?"

The old man blushed and said, "I thought you were going to steal my things."

That's all in the past, don't bother arguing with an old senile like me.

Although I'm a confused old man, I'm not stupid. Without you, my old bones would have frozen to death long ago.

My surname is Xu. If you don't mind, you can call me Uncle Xu.

"Uncle Xu, my name is Sun Chengwu."

Old Xu smiled, "My grandson is about your age. If you don't mind, I'll call you Xiao Wu."

Sun Chengwu said, "Okay."

Old Xu was a typical Northeasterner; when he chatted, he never missed a single word. Sun Chengwu sat by the fire, and as he relaxed, drowsiness and fatigue washed over him.

He didn't even know when he fell asleep, only that Grandpa Xu's face became increasingly blurry.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The sound of an iron rod striking something startled Sun Chengwu awake, and he instinctively reached for the iron rod beside him.

Outside, one of Bai Zhan's underlings had his face pressed against the glass.

He pointed towards the cabin and shouted, "Boss Bai is looking for you."

Sun Chengwu yawned, stretched, and said to the two men with a serious expression, "Be careful when I go out. If anyone tries to break down the door, don't hold back."

In this environment, being kind to others is being cruel to yourself, understand?

The old man promised, "Don't worry, when I was young I could take on three of them by myself. I don't even consider these little Karamis a threat."

Sun Chengwu repeatedly warned them, fearing that if the two men softened their hearts, losing their supplies would be a minor matter compared to losing their lives.

Sun Chengwu stepped out of the cabin, grabbed a handful of snow, and vigorously rubbed it on his face a few times.

Bai Zhan came to his side, unbuckled his belt, and relieved himself.

A cold wind blew by, and Bai Zhan shivered. He pulled up his pants and asked, "Can we pry that fuel tank off today?"

Sun Chengwu said, "I can't guarantee it, but I'll do my best."

Bai Zhan laughed and said, "Okay, that's enough. I'll go call the brothers."

Bai Zhan rubbed his hands with snow, and after a while, he jumped off the plane with a group of his underlings, handing a bag of instant noodles to Sun Chengwu.

"You didn't have breakfast, did you? At this time of year, I should be sitting in a restaurant eating a French breakfast."

Unfortunately, all we have now is instant noodles.

Don't be put off. Once we get back, I'll arrange for you to become a department head at a hospital.

Sun Chengwu just smiled after hearing this.

That's like talking nonsense.

Sun Chengwu crushed the instant noodles, sprinkled the seasoning inside, pinched the bag shut, shook it vigorously, and then poured a mouthful into his mouth.

He then grabbed a handful of snow, chewed it, and spat it out.

The group moved to the right wing of the plane again, and coincidentally, someone else with the same idea had already climbed onto the wing and started prying open the fuel tanks.

Sun Chengwu's pupils contracted. He recognized these people; they were the same group of foreigners he had seen yesterday when he went to the warehouse to steal luggage.

However, they didn't recognize Sun Chengwu; to them, all people of East Asian descent looked the same.

As Bai Zhan and his group approached, two white men immediately stopped them and said in English, "Hey, brothers, we found the gas tanks here first."

Bai Zhan pointed to the footprints under the wing and said, "If whoever finds the fuel tank first owns it, then we were here last night, so the fuel tank here should belong to us."

One of the white men was 1.9 meters tall and looked like a college student. He was wearing an Armani jacket and was dressed in designer brands from head to toe. He stared at Bai Zhan arrogantly and said, "Brother, can't you understand human language?"

This place is ours now. You yellow-skinned pigs, go back to where you came from.

This is a plane from our beautiful country. It's already a blessing from God that you're allowed to sit on it; don't push your luck.

Although Bai Zhan is also very tall, he is still shorter than this rich white man.

But he was equally assertive, retorting in fluent English, "But it was your planes that brought us to this state. You should be responsible for our current predicament."

There are only six of you, while we have fourteen. If it comes down to a fight, you are no match for us.

If you don't want to suffer physical pain, you'd better get out of here now!

The white rich kid clearly didn't take Bai Zhan seriously. He pointed at Bai Zhan, jumped up and down a couple of times, made a boxing gesture, and beckoned to Bai Zhan with his finger, "Yellow-skinned pig, come and try if you dare!"

Bai Zhan gave a wink to his underlings.

The henchman stepped forward and suddenly punched the white rich kid.

The white rich kid was clearly trained in boxing; he dodged the attacks beautifully, and after a series of evasions, he seized an opportunity and delivered a powerful backhand hook punch to the thug's face.

The little brother's body stiffened, and he fell straight down in the snow.

The wealthy white scion continued his provocation, saying, "A bunch of yellow-skinned pigs together are still yellow-skinned pigs. Come on, you trash!"

Bai Zhan's face was grim. He pointed at one of his underlings and said, "You go."

The henchman was clearly intimidated. He took a step back, shrank his neck, and said, "Brother Bai, I can't beat him."

Bai Zhan pointed to another person.

Before he could even speak, the underling said with a bitter face, "Brother Bai, look at my physique, how can I compare to him?"

Seeing this, the white rich kid became even more arrogant, "Hahahaha, you bunch of trash, if you're too scared to fight, then get lost, a bunch of yellow-skinned pigs, hmph hmph hmph..."

Just then, Sun Chengwu suddenly strode toward the white rich kid.

The white rich kid kept adjusting his stance as he boxed, "Come on, trash! You're as skinny as a Southeast Asian monkey."

You piece of trash, you think you can take me down? Go back into your mother's womb!

Sun Chengwu loosened his grip, and a steel pipe fell out of his sleeve. He grabbed it and slammed it down on the leg of the white rich kid.

boom!

The wealthy white second-generation heir let out a scream, clutched his leg, and collapsed to the ground, rolling around in agony.

Without saying a word, Sun Chengwu strode forward and struck the white rich kid unconscious with another iron rod.

Everyone who saw this couldn't help but twitch.

This guy was unremarkable in the crowd; he could easily be overlooked at first glance.

But they were ruthless and vicious.

Sun Chengwu's gaze swept over the crowd, and he asked coldly, "Who else?"