"Hello, survivors inside. I am Du Jia, the captain of the 16th team of the official base. We have just completed a rescue mission. In addition to the five team members, there are 15 survivors on the ship, including three infants under one year old. Please help us open the window and let us in to take shelter from the rain."
A very sincere voice rang out from outside the window.
Banxia frowned slightly; the name Du Jia seemed somewhat familiar.
Nanxing reminded him, "We had a conflict on the way to help Li Kongyuan. The soldier who said he would 'report the truth' was named Du Jia."
Banxia remembered that she had a fairly good impression of Du Jia, but she couldn't make the decision to open the window on her own. She looked at everyone for their opinions and asked, "Shall we open it?"
"Go ahead and open it," Su Yao and the others said indifferently. "If they have malicious intentions, then we'll take action."
For them, killing is just a matter of lifting a finger, requiring little effort.
Nanxing walked to the window and opened it. A gust of cold wind blew into the room, making the temperature inside seem to drop several degrees.
"Alright, come in."
Du Jia said gratefully, "Thanks, brother!" Then he looked behind him and said, "Women and children go in first. If anyone dares to cause trouble, the gun in my hand isn't just for show!"
Nanxing didn't meddle in other people's business. He went back to the table and told everyone to continue eating. Fortunately, the meal was almost finished, and the remaining dishes were eaten up in less than two minutes.
"Um..." The woman with the child wrapped around her chest approached cautiously, "Excuse me, could I have some hot soup to warm the child's stomach?"
Banxia and the others stopped clearing the dishes and all looked over.
“I’m sorry,” the woman said, taking several steps back in fright, but eventually her worry prevailed, and she gestured with her hands, “Just a small spoonful is enough.”
Her eyes held a glimmer of hope, but more so uncertainty. This was hot pot broth that had been used to cook meat; who would be so generous as to give it to a stranger? But for the sake of the child in her arms, she had no choice but to swallow her pride and ask again.
Banxia and the others shifted their gaze to the child in her arms, whose little face was pale from the cold, and exchanged glances: "Do you have a bowl?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The woman cried with joy, quickly pulling a stainless steel lunchbox from her backpack. "Just a small spoonful is enough, thank you!"
Banxia filled a lunchbox with clear soup base and then asked the other two women who were hesitating while holding children, "Do you want some?"
"want!"
The two women, not expecting to have anything to do with them, hurriedly pulled lunchboxes from their bags, repeatedly expressing their gratitude: "You are such a kind person, we wish you peace and a long life!"
Banxia remained noncommittal; she was merely helping out because they were both women, and could hardly be considered a good person.
Fang Yunyun looked at the group of women huddled together for warmth in the distance and suggested, "The remaining soup isn't enough to cook noodles tomorrow morning. Why don't we give it all away?"
Of the fifteen survivors, three were children whose genders were unknown, and the remaining twelve included eight women and four men.
The four men were alright; although they weren't as strong as Nanxing and the others, at least they weren't skin and bones. However, all eight women were so thin that their skin and flesh were clinging tightly to their bones, as if the wind would break their bones.
"OK!"
After getting everyone's approval, Fang Yunyun waved to a few women and said, "Ladies over there, if you want hot soup, bring your bowls over to get it."
The exhausted and hungry women almost thought they were dreaming. They exchanged a surprised and uncertain look: Did you hear that?
“Mom,” a teenage girl helped her mother up first, “a kind older sister called us over to get some soup.”
The other women also realized what was happening and hurriedly rummaged through their backpacks for their lunchboxes. However, no matter how anxious they were, they didn't swarm around but instead lined up in an orderly fashion. When it was their turn, they bowed and thanked the others before handing over their lunchboxes.
Banxia, Fang Yunyun, and Su Xiao said helplessly, "You're welcome!"
While the men cursed the women for being shameless, even taking leftover soup, they felt a growing sourness in their hearts, wondering why they, the men, didn't get any.
When they saw that the soup in the pot was almost gone, one of the men finally couldn't sit still any longer: "Girl, why don't you bring soup to us men? Are you looking down on us?"
Banxia and Su Xiao said in unison, "It's good that you know!"
Fang Yunyun's stomach pain had subsided after finishing the porridge, and she was in excellent spirits. She crossed her arms and scoffed, "It's my soup, I'm in charge. What's it to you?"
The man stepped forward with a grin and said, "Don't you women always emphasize 'gender equality'? If you help women, you must also help us men, otherwise how can it be considered equality?"
“My soup is only for my sisters,” Fang Yunyun said, not one to indulge him. “You men can have soup too—”
The man's eyes lit up; women are so easy to fool!
Fang Yunyun drawled out her words, looking at the man's crotch with ill intent, "Cut yourself off and become a woman, and I'll give you soup."
The man, still wearing a smug smile, froze for a few seconds before reacting, then flew into a rage and cursed, "Bitch! You filthy slut..."
"What did you say?"
Su Yao quickly wiped his oily hands clean, conjured a large fireball, and looked at the man expressionlessly. Who dared to bully his wife?
Nanxing, Suyao, and Zhao Xuan also manifested supernatural abilities, and even the few furry creatures that were dozing off nearby couldn't help but bare their sharp teeth and glare threateningly at the man.
The man was startled by the scene, but he remained stubborn and refused to beg for mercy. He even tried to persuade Nanxing and the others to turn against him: "Brother, don't be angry. I feel sorry for you. You men are the heads of the household, how come you have to do such a small thing as washing dishes?"
He seemed addicted to lecturing, spouting off: "Men should do great things; washing dishes, cooking, and taking care of children are women's jobs..."
Before he could finish speaking, Banxia, who had just finished serving the soup, lashed him against the wall with a vine whip: "Shut up!"
Nanxing and the others' superpowers were a step too slow, and they all landed on the floor.
Fang Yunyun gave Banxia a thumbs up: "Great job!" Then she looked at Chao Nanxing and the others with disdain, "Men are just unreliable!"
Nanxing and the others touched their noses sheepishly. Why were they always a step behind?
The man staggered to his feet, using the wall for support, and glared at Banxia with hatred, shouting, "Murder! Help! Murder! Help!"
Du Jia, who was dismantling wooden furniture in another room, heard the noise and ran over: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
The man pointed at Banxia and falsely accused her: "She injured me for no reason, arrest her and shoot her!"
Du Jia rolled her eyes inwardly. She knew without asking that it was definitely the man's fault. He had too many past offenses and had been causing trouble and slowing them down the whole way. If it weren't for him, they wouldn't have found a place to rest so late.
The woman who received the soup first stepped forward to help explain: "That's not how it is. He insisted on getting the soup from this younger sister, but she refused, so he started talking nonsense, which is why she couldn't help but hit him!"
Several other women chimed in, "Yes, I can testify!"
The man's face immediately turned bright red: "She bribed you with unwanted swill, of course you're on her side! Brother Du, please..."
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