Lin Xiangru not only didn't get angry, but instead, a cold smile appeared on his lips as he slowly said, "What? Do you just want to reap the benefits without making any contribution?"
As Lin Xiangru finished speaking, the members of the truck driver alliance team standing behind the blockade line drew their weapons in unison.
On the front of two of the trucks, large-caliber machine guns were even mounted.
The dozen or so men instantly cowered, their faces turning deathly pale, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.
Let alone a full-scale battle, even a random accidental discharge of a gun by the other side would be enough to instantly wipe them out without leaving a trace.
The team leader immediately raised his hand to stop them, saying, "Everyone, calm down, calm down. Don't let this little thing ruin the harmony."
The captain promptly offered a way out, and the team members, who were already clearly lacking in confidence, naturally followed suit, obediently putting down their guns one by one.
The leader of the survivor squad continued to shout, "Go, take out our food and give it to the brothers of the Card Friends Alliance, as if we're doing our part."
Although they were still reluctant, they had no choice but to disperse and return to their respective vehicles, where they took out the food, as hundreds of dark gun barrels were pointed at them.
The amount of food was indeed not much.
There were three bags of fries, two of which were already opened and almost empty, half a box of instant noodles, three eggs, and five pieces of slightly dark-colored jerky that emitted a faint salty and fishy smell.
But what caught Li Haizhu's attention even more was that among this pile of food, there was actually a complete human hand and arm lying there!
The hand was pale and stiff, with slightly bent fingers, as if trying to grasp something.
The muscles in his arms had atrophied, turning a nauseating grayish-white color.
The team leader pointed to the food on the ground and said, "Brother, the food is all here."
Lin Xiangru looked at the human arm mixed in with the food, and her stomach churned, a strong sense of discomfort rising in her heart.
He glared coldly at the people in the opposite convoy, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "What a fucking jerk! Get the hell out of here! Get as far away as you can!"
The team leader nodded repeatedly as if he had been granted a pardon, his face beaming with a fawning smile, and kept saying thank you: "Thank you, brother, thank you, brother. We'll leave right away and definitely won't bother you."
Having said that, he waved his hand and was about to lead the people away.
However, just as he turned to get back to his car, Lin Xiangru's cold voice rang out again: "Pick up your arm."
The team leader shuddered, slowly turned his head, and looked at Lin Xiangru with a puzzled expression. He seemed not to have heard what the other had just said and subconsciously asked, "Huh? What?"
Lin Xiangru's face darkened further. Pointing at the human arm mixed in with the food on the ground, he roared, "Pick up the arm! I told you to pick up the arm, did you hear me?"
The team leader suddenly realized what was happening, quickly said "Oh," and bent down to pick up the arm.
Then, as if presenting a treasure, he waved it in front of Lin Xiangru, forcing a fawning yet helpless smile, and chuckled dryly, "Hehe, brother, don't take offense. Your large caravan has no shortage of food. We small caravans have no choice but to eat this to barely fill our stomachs and avoid starving to death..."
Lin Xiangru glared at the team leader with disgust and shouted angrily, "Shut the fuck up! Get the hell out of here!"
Actually, he wasn't particularly averse to the idea of cannibalism.
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