After dealing with Zhang Peng's matter, Lu Ye turned his attention back to the still chaotic public channel of Area B.
The curses that were a mixture of pleading and impotent rage made him narrow his eyes slightly.
He flexed his wrist.
It's time to add fuel to this stagnant water.
He opened the public broadcast interface and typed a line of words briefly and coldly:
[Area B Public Channel] Lu Ye (Genesis, Area A): Medical supplies, limited supply. Countdown begins, first come, first served. Ten minutes.
Beneath the text, a bright red digital countdown suddenly appeared and began to tick relentlessly: 09:59… 09:58…
The Zone B channel, which was already on the verge of collapse, exploded completely in an instant!
"Limited edition?!"
"He's also involved in auctions!"
"Quick! Take out all the supplies we can move and exchange them! The women and children on the boat are still waiting to be rescued!"
The eyes of those captains who had not put all their eggs in one basket with Qi Hesong and still had some non-medical supplies were red at this moment.
Various transaction requests poured into Lu Ye's system like snowflakes, and a bloody auction was carried out against the clock.
After paying a heavy price, several level five ships with decent foundations finally managed to grab some life-saving medicines. The relief expressed in the text almost overflowed the screen.
What followed was an even more bitter curse on the Flying Pigeon.
"Qi Hesong, you bastard, you almost killed me!"
Although they managed to get the medicine, their hatred for the person who started it grew even deeper.
However, for every ship that was successfully traded, dozens of ships were completely lost in despair as the countdown passed mercilessly.
The despair quickly fermented and turned into a rage that targeted anyone.
Qi Hesong was a thing of the past; the wreckage of his ship and his fate were no longer important.
However, the other driving force behind this disaster, the guy who opened the regional gambling, must pay the price for it!
"Wait! I remember! Who runs the gambling in that area?!" A hoarse roar exploded in the channel.
"It's Yuwen Liang! That damn Yuwen Liang!"
"I've staked my entire fortune! Yuwenliang, get out of here!"
The angry players finally found an outlet right in front of them.
Yuwen Liang, the captain of the fourth-level ship who had been trying to smooth things over in the channel and clear himself of the blame, now felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he wanted to jump into the sea to escape immediately.
It’s over! He wailed in his heart.
But it was too late.
Several ships with desperate scratches on their hulls, their engines emitting ominous roars, had already rushed towards Yu Wenliang's poor little boat based on the coordinates leaked in the channel.
"We got him! He's over there in the reef area, trying to run!"
"Damn Yu Wenliang, you still want to run! Brothers, fight him!"
"Let him run the gambling! Let him suck our blood!"
Although there was no direct footage, the blurred collision sounds and screams coming from the communication channel, as well as the real-time reports of the players in Area B who were gloating over the misfortune, were enough to outline Yu Wenliang's miserable end.
Lu Ye listened to all this, with a hint of cold satisfaction on his face.
This "civil strife in Area B" drama was even more exciting than he had expected.
He glanced beside him and saw Shen Shu meticulously checking the ship's parameters, oblivious to the commotion in the distance.
The heat is almost right.
Lu Ye's mind moved, and he sent an encrypted message to Meng Yang: "Old Meng, you can collect the props now."
Almost instantly, the cold wind that swept across Area B stopped without any warning.
The thermometer number on the bracelet, which had been dropping continuously, suddenly jumped after just falling below the danger line of 15°C and began to rise rapidly.
20°C… 22°C… and then it returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
The sea was calm, as if the sudden "cold wave" just now was just a collective hallucination.
The Zone B channel fell into a silence even more eerie than before.
What followed was an outburst of anger more violent than ever!
"It's not cold anymore! The temperature is back!"
"What's going on?!"
"It's Lu Ye! It must be him!"
"We've been tricked! There's no such thing as a bullshit winter!"
"Lu Ye! You damned liar! You will die a horrible death!"
The humiliation of being fooled is far more intense than the pain of losing material goods.
They were played around like fools. The fear, the despair, and the heavy price they paid for their lives were all an elaborate scam!
Lu Ye leaned back in the captain's seat, letting the overwhelming curses from the Zone B channel drown him out, but a leisurely smile played on his lips.
He even unbanned himself from the public channel.
A slow and clear nod, accompanied by his somewhat playful voice, was clearly heard throughout Area B.
"Everyone," his voice was calm, but with a hint of joy that made your teeth itch.
"You're welcome. You deserve this."
As soon as he finished speaking, he cut off the communication, leaving Area B in a state of impotent rage.
Shen Shu's cold eyes finally moved away from the data screen and fell on his face. The look in her eyes was complicated and difficult to understand, as if saying: This guy is really a complete bastard. But, he is a bastard that people can't help but admire.
Shame burns like a branding iron in the hearts of every player in Zone B.
The floating arena still emits a faint light, silently reminding them that this survival game is far from over.
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