Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 824 - 449: Division

Chapter 824: Chapter 449: Division

Because the two warriors had swum in the lake for the better part of the day, and had spent this while discussing, the sun was now nearly setting. The group, hungry up to this point, realized they had to find food immediately, which showed the extent of their inner turmoil.

Just moments ago, they were all sustained by the heightened emotions that came with overwhelming panic; but once they felt hunger, it was the result of not having eaten a single grain of rice or a drop of water in a day and a night. Those with weaker constitutions could barely stand.

They usually worked in the best ranches locally, and even the most basic workers lived comfortably, without worrying about food and clothing. Now, having gone a whole day without food, and despite not doing any physical work, the emotional rollercoaster had sapped a significant amount of their energy.

There was no point in talking about swimming ashore to look for food now; that was simply not possible. Fortunately, the people from Japan were accustomed to eating fish, so they turned their attention to the large lake before them.

In this cave, there was a small stream and a pond where fish could be seen from the shore—although they were the smallest of small, it at least proved that there were definitely fish in the lake.

Yan Fei found a new valley and moved some of the cows that were too crowded in the original valley, then allocated some of the feed there as well. Even cows from a ranch didn’t only eat grass; these feeds were processed green feed, and with them, there was no fear of the cows starving.

After working for a while, he served some python meat and sat in the greenhouse where the vegetables used to grow, eating while watching a bunch of idiots trying to catch fish, meanwhile practicing his Japanese.

Most of the fish in the ring-shaped lake were introduced by Yan Fei. After entering this large lake, the suitable environment led them to breed massively, and they now dominated the lake. The native fish species were left with extremely limited living space, about to be completely ousted by these foreign fish.

Furthermore, these foreign fish were full of vitality in the lake and very sensitive to danger. This could be seen from the fact that the pterosaurs no longer came here to hunt. Because these newcomers, once in a suitable environment, were even more elusive than the native fish.

A group of hungry Japanese, now wanting to catch fish to eat, was simply wishful thinking. They didn’t even consider that they lacked any tools, yet they started discussing how to catch fish—planning was essential, they needed to figure out a plan first, then it would be convenient to take action.

Those who had spent too much time in the city had forgotten what it meant to survive in the wild. After discussing for a while and just when they seemed to be finalizing an effective fishing plan, suddenly a few of them fell silent.

The others followed the gaze of those who had fallen silent, only to see QuanKoizumi-kun at the far end of the pond, struggling to stay upright on the ground, with his hands holding up his trousers in the water in wait. After a moment, he lifted his trousers, and only then did they notice that the legs had been tied. As he lifted them and let the water drain, a few small, almost invisible, crystal-clear fish were trapped inside.

The fish were too small, but QuanKoizumi-kun didn’t mind at all. He carefully picked out each fish that was barely larger than a sewing needle, rinsed them in the water, and popped them into his mouth.

Watching him munching on those tiny fish, not a single one of the onlookers felt disgusted; instead, they all subconsciously licked their chapped lips.

After a moment, someone else had a sudden inspiration, and without another word, took off their trousers, tied the legs, and lay by the pond to start fishing.

However, tragedy is always lurking, and not everyone had clothes. Some were caught in their beds, having been whisked away while lying under the lights without sleep. Without even a shirt on their back, a little underpants was all they had, and it was no use at all!

An instant later, a man wearing only a pair of briefs pointed at someone dressed and commanded, "You, hand over your pants! I’ll give them back to you after I’ve used them."

The one with clothes subconsciously handed his garments over, and immediately others began to follow suit, issuing orders to the rest—those fully clothed were all on night duty or patrolling, and they were accustomed to obeying orders, even at such a critical juncture.

But there were always those who were dissatisfied. One of the bolder patrolmen became upset and, when a leader came to demand his clothes, he said discontentedly, "We’re going to starve without food; by the time you’re done with them, will there be any fish left in here?"

Indeed! With so many people and just this tiny stream and pond, although there appeared to be plenty of fish, what would happen once everyone started fishing? Wouldn’t the fish just escape? Once they got into the lake, who could catch them barehanded?

The leader’s face changed, and his tone became threatening, "Are you refusing to follow orders? Are you not afraid that once we go back, I’ll make you lose your job?"

The threat made things worse. The patrolman, already unhappy, had actually planned to give up his clothes, but the threat made him stubborn, "We’ve suddenly come to this place, do you think we can still go back? You’ve been discussing for a long time, but what have you figured out? Even if we could go back, I’ll be dead from starvation by then. What does it matter to me whether we go back or not?"

He was absolutely right.

Others who had just given up their clothes suddenly reconsidered. Exactly! It was just a job. Previously, they needed that job to survive, but in their current situation, did they really need it?

Immediately, a person who had been envying others fishing sprang into action, trying to take back the clothes he had just given away. The person who had taken his clothes was obviously unwilling to let go and grasped them tightly. Out of desperation, the man grabbed the only thing on him besides his briefs—his gun—and demanded, "Give it back to me!"

The situation instantly tensed up, and the person who was holding onto the clothes let go at once.

The man had a gun!

Earlier, when these leaders had taken people’s clothes and left them with what they deemed useless weapons still on their bodies, they hadn’t considered that once these people resisted, the weapons would become useful.

Once someone took the lead, almost instantly, the once high-and-mighty leaders at the ranch were dumbfounded. The others who had given up their clothes also realized what was happening and began to demand their clothes back.

Even without guns, those in uniform who were on night duty were not easy targets, being more adept at fighting than the work staff!

There were two armed men who attempted to please their leaders, but sadly, two guns were of no use—they were disarmed immediately.