The other two foreigners immediately began cursing, glaring in frustration at the spilled can.
"Damn it! You idiot!"
"F*ck! That's it — you're not getting any of the last one!"
The man who had dropped the first can didn't even argue. Instead, he stared at his arm in confusion. Near his elbow, a faint red mark had appeared — and it still stung faintly.
What the hell? Had some insect bitten him?
The other two, seeing that he wasn't responding, ignored him and opened the remaining can.
As for the meat scattered across the ground — covered in sand and dirt — they didn't even consider picking it up.
They had always had enough food. Even on bad days, they were never hungry, so they didn't feel desperate. The sight of the grimy meat only disgusted them. If anyone was going to clean it and eat it, it would be the idiot who'd dropped it, not them.
The last can was opened. The two men grinned, ready to feast —
But once again, the exact same thing happened.
The man holding the can yelped as a sharp pain shot through his arm, his muscles convulsing. The can flew out of his hand and landed in the dirt with a splatter.
For a moment, all three stood frozen, as if turned to stone.
What the hell was going on? That wasn't normal. It was too strange.
Hidden in the shadows of the forest, Chen Mo watched coldly, a sneer tugging at his lips.
You dare steal from God's "airdrop"? Think canned beef is that easy to eat?
The eerie forest around them seemed to close in, the shadows thick and heavy. The three men shuddered, a chill creeping up their spines.
Had God seen them bully those girls — and punished them?
Just then, Su Wan and the others returned. From afar, the three men spotted the corner of a can sticking out from the girls' bags — and their faces went pale with terror.
It was divine punishment!
The girls were blessed by heaven — and they'd been punished for offending them!
Remembering how it had always been those two who found food, while they themselves never discovered a thing, their conviction only deepened. They didn't dare mention "sharing" again.
Su Wan, who had planned to hide the cans and wait until their weapons were ready before confronting the foreigners, was confused to find the men sitting stiffly in silence — not with greed, but with fear.
Then she noticed the spilled cans on the ground… and the bruised arms the men were rubbing.
Could it really be…?
No, that was too much of a coincidence.
Still, the timing — and the girls' absurd luck — made her heart waver. Maybe heaven really was protecting them.
And just like that, the danger passed.
Su Wan sighed softly, patting the girls' heads.
"It must be the gods above," she said gently, "watching over you two little ones."
The girls exchanged a glance and giggled silently.
God?
No — their uncle wasn't a god. He was a superhero.
Although that incident seemed to be resolved — and the foreigners clearly didn't dare steal again — Su Wan still insisted everyone make their own spears for protection.
When they'd first landed, everyone had tried to stay civilized. But it had only been a little over a week, and already human ugliness was surfacing.
No one knew when — or if — rescue would come. They had to be ready.
A few more days passed. Life on the island continued as before.
After that event, the two groups cut ties completely. The three foreigners moved their camp even farther away, clearly still wary of the "cursed" girls.
To their credit, their fishing skills had improved greatly. They came back with full catches almost every day.
The bodyguard's skills had also improved, but their group was large — more than ten people — and even with his fish, the others' foraging, and Chen Mo's "airdrops," they barely managed to survive.
To actually eat their fill? That was a luxury.
Chen Mo had stocked his space with enough supplies for one person for several months. If he opened the stores freely to feed everyone, they'd be gone in no time.
He had to ration carefully. He didn't know how long they'd be stranded.
That day, everyone except the captain, who was still recovering, headed to the shore.
The captain stayed to tend the campfire, while the others spread out across the beach in search of food.
By noon, the two flight attendants had collected quite a few shellfish. Since they had nothing to carry them in, they decided to return to camp first to drop them off.
On their way back, they ran into the three foreigners returning from the sea — their nets full, their faces smug.
Seeing the women, the men slowed — and then deliberately blocked their path.
"What do you want?" Chief Stewardess Zhang Lan frowned, instantly alert.
The men glanced at the shellfish in their arms with disdain — but their eyes quickly drifted lower, filled with lust.
"You two eat this crap every day," one sneered. "How can you stay full? Come with us — we've got fish every night."
"Yeah," another added, grinning obscenely, "stick with us and we'll make sure you're well fed every day."
They laughed crudely, their meaning unmistakable.
On this island without law, without order — nearly two weeks since the crash, with no sign of rescue — their decency had long since rotted away.
Hearing them, both women's faces flushed red — this time not from embarrassment, but from rage.
"Move!" Zhang Lan snapped.
They had known these men were trouble, but this was beyond shameless.
Instead of backing off, the men stepped closer, reaching out to grab them.
The women struggled, shouting — but the men only laughed and tried to drag them away.
Fortunately, the camp was nearby.
Hearing the commotion, the captain rushed over — only to be shoved violently aside. One of the foreigners punched him hard in the head, reopening his still-healing wound.
The blow sent him crashing to the ground, blood seeping through his bandage as he struggled weakly to get up, vision spinning.
"Something's wrong!"
The island was small — sound carried easily. Those at the beach heard the shouting immediately. Dropping their work, they sprinted toward camp.
Su Wan yelled for the bodyguard still in the water to get ashore, then ran as fast as she could after the others.