Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 825 - 450: Choosing a Few First

Chapter 825: Chapter 450: Choosing a Few First

Those with pajamas are at least able to make do, but the truly pitiable ones are those without even pajamas, who could only stare blankly as others fished, and when hunger became unbearable, would collapse by the stream and gulp down a few mouthfuls of lake water to temporarily alleviate their starvation.

In just one day, this group that had been united crumbled instantaneously. Those at the bottom, who had no say before, quickly banded together to form a more stable subgroup.

The leadership, which usually enjoyed light work and high salaries, became another group, while other ordinary workers aligned themselves with either faction based on their own situations—just like the two armed men who had betrayed their own class earlier, there were always those who fantasized about returning to the pastures, hoping their current sycophancy would pay off later.

Japan is an odd country, with extremely clear class divisions. These lower-class individuals had, under the duress of survival and starvation, bravely resisted the upper-class. Once their stomachs were not so empty, they couldn’t help but worry.

Then an even more absurd scene unfolded; those with guns were murmuring about executing the ’hostile forces’ and sinking them into the lake to make them disappear completely. This mentality was normal; since they had already offended, they weren’t afraid to do it again—might as well offend them to the death.

After a messy commotion, the outcome was that Xiaozhu-kun suggested simply confiscating all their clothing to prevent them from competing for food with us. It wasn’t likely that we’d go back anyway, and every bit of living resources was precious. There was no need to kill them and sink them into the lake outright because, who knows, once everyone was ashore, these people could serve as scapegoats or at least be used as shields in the face of danger.

As for QuanKoizumi-kun, this guy formed his own team with two others who were similarly aloof and unconcerned—withdrawing from the fray to focus solely on their sustenance.

Then there were those arguing, some fished while others shivered with cold and hunger at the edge of the cave—it had turned dark, and though it wasn’t cold, hunger makes one feel chilled!

At this moment, the two groups suddenly discovered that QuanKoizumi-kun and the two indifferent individuals had vanished.

Of course, these three didn’t disappear without reason; it was Yan Fei who had acted. Seeing that all three were either simple-minded or cowardly, they were easier to manage, so Yan Fei had kidnapped them to a valley.

Now he was admonishing them in Japanese, "From now on, these two are your masters. You do whatever they tell you, or else you get no food, understand? And, you must quickly learn to speak human language from them. If you keep babbling nonsense, you won’t get food. Did you get that?"

The trio found themselves in a suddenly changed environment and were still a bit slow to react. QuanKoizumi-kun, however, who acted faster than he thought, boldly reached towards his waist at the crucial moment and struck a pose, "Who are you? Why have you brought us here? This is kidnapping..."

The others, including his two companions, looked at him as if he were a fool. It wasn’t until he himself realized the problem, staring dumbly at the rotten piece of wood in his hand, "Where’s my gun? Why has my gun turned into this?"

Yan Fei casually tossed his gun to No.2 Coolie, "Take this. If these guys don’t behave, deal with them harshly. If they die, they deserve it—relax, I won’t blame you two."

No wonder this guy is sometimes off! Clearly, he’d taken away their guns and replaced them with a piece of broken wood in the holster, obviously setting them up!

No.2 Coolie was overjoyed, "Don’t worry, Boss, we’ll definitely listen to you."

After speaking, he happily played with his new toy, muttering, "Big brother, look at this. This is quite the tool—feels even more sophisticated than what we used before!"

Yan Fei was about to continue observing the people in the cave but stopped to add, "You three, it’s because you behaved well just now and didn’t join the others in causing trouble that I let you come out early. Do you understand?"

At that moment, QuanKoizumi-kun felt as if he was experiencing an epiphany, and he immediately replied, "Understood, it’s because we didn’t cause trouble, so we were let out. If we had caused trouble, then we would have been sent back to the cave..."

"You’re wrong!" Yan Fei chuckled and pointed up towards the valley. "Once you’re out, don’t even think about going back. If you cause trouble again, I’ll send you up there. Take a look behind you. Other than this valley being safe, in other places, there’s a lot of this kind of thing..."

The three of them looked back and saw, with the help of the firelight, the huge snake skin that had been peeled off the unfortunate python. Originally, they were supposed to deal with the snake skin immediately, but today, No.1 and No.2 Coolie were both too preoccupied, so it was simply treated and hung up here—which, as it turned out, was just as well to deter the cattle from coming over to the vegetable garden.

Even QuanKoizumi-kun felt his legs go weak when he saw such a large python skin. The other two, who were not involved in the trouble because of their timidity, simply fainted upon clearly seeing what was before them.

However, QuanKoizumi-kun also understood. Looking back at the python skin, he could also see the cattle behind it, and he anxiously thought to himself: Are these our ranch’s cattle? Who is he, exactly? Why did he bring us here? What is this place? What is all this for?

There were many questions, but he didn’t dare to ask them aloud.

After Yan Fei finished speaking, he no longer cared about them; whether the two who fainted lived or died was all the same. In any case, those three were now No.2 Coolie’s problem to deal with, and their fate was irrelevant. At worst, he would just bring a few more over.

Actually, even if they all died, it wouldn’t matter—so thought Boss Yan, who prided himself on abiding by the law. They were not people that their law could touch, to do with as he pleased...

He took some python meat to feed his animals, and also threw a piece of cooked python meat into the cave. Then, he watched like a spectator as those who were puzzled by the disappearance of three of their number suddenly saw food and started fighting over it...

Of course, those people would also suddenly realize that their firearms had mysteriously vanished—internal conflict was fine, but now Boss Yan decided who lived or died, not them. Taking away the firearms was to prevent them from killing each other and leaving him without coolies to use in the future.

Only when those people were completely exhausted, lying on the ground gasping for breath, did Yan Fei contentedly go to sleep, pondering how to continue dealing with them tomorrow...