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Chapter 315 - 112: Lucky Cruise, the Star Under Surveillance..._4

Chapter 315: Chapter 112: Lucky Cruise, the Star Under Surveillance..._4

What business magnates, scions of the privileged class, and so on—all must labor here to gather supplies, and those of no use fare worse than dogs.

And he was the king who controlled it all.

Why, despite the multitude of survivors, has no one dared to rebel?

There had to be a method, arranging the living quarters on the cruise ship layer by layer, each layer having a manager. It was about finding the most pitiful, the angriest of that layer, and giving them just enough power.

Those plunged into despair should understand better how pitiful the despairing are, but once they had a taste of power, instead of helping others, they would manage and oppress harshly, for they enjoyed their power very much.

The lower class, once they have even a small amount of power, would fully display the evils of human nature.

Those from the lower class with a bit of power would bully mercilessly those even below them in status.

He understood this, and it was exactly this he exploited.

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Lin Fan observed, watched, and perceived, the scenes unfolding before his eyes shocking his innermost being.

He saw a humble person begging another for some food, the latter tossing a piece of bread to the former, then casually standing aside to watch, as if awaiting a show.

The survivor who begged for the bread, just as they were about to eat it, was pounced upon by another survivor who fought them for it, the two entangled in a vicious fight, expressions fierce and savage.

He also saw a rugged-looking survivor eating instant noodles, its aroma wafting into the noses of other survivors, many of whom gathered around, hoping for a sip of the soup.

The instant noodles, once scorned for being non-nutritious, were now a luxury everyone craved.

The survivor eating the noodles did so ravenously. When a noodle fell to the ground, someone immediately snatched it up and shoved it into their mouth, savoring the taste.

The noodle eater seemed to be playing with the crowd, slurping up the noodles, drinking the soup, then carelessly tossing the empty cup into the crowd, where survivors scrambled madly for the already empty cup.

The survivor who grabbed the cup greedily licked off the remaining broth.

This situation, this scene.

Seeing it rendered Lin Fan silent.

Class will always exist; when oppression by class is laid bare before one’s eyes, it is a massive shock for anyone who sees it.

"Hey, I haven’t seen you around before, are you new here?"

Someone patted Lin Fan’s shoulder.

Lin Fan turned around; the person patting his shoulder was a young man.

"Just arrived, is there something you need?"

"You must be quite unfamiliar with this place since you just got here. It’s really practical around here—if you have supplies, you can live comfortably."

The young man was chatting with Lin Fan, occasionally eyeing the Frostmourne on Lin Fan’s back. It was evident at a glance that it was a real, edged weapon, a rarity of sorts. Having such a weapon would mean relative safety outside.

Lin Fan said, "I’m aware of this."

The young man extended an invitation, "Interested in teaming up with me? We have three people now, and with you, we’d make four. We could go outside and look for supplies. Let me tell you, we have a celebrity here— and it’s one you know."

"Who is it?"

"The once-popular actress, Xia Ya."

"The very Xia Ya who’s always been keen on charity, always donated to mountainous areas, the model actress? She’s here too?"

Lin Fan was genuinely surprised. Xia Ya was a local from Huang City but had developed her career in other major cities, always embodying positive energy.

He had seen official media reports which stated that whenever there was a charitable activity, Xia Ya would always participate actively, regardless of whether she was busy with her career or not; she was always on the front lines of charity gala invitations.

According to official statistics, in her eight years in the industry, Xia Ya had donated a total of what seemed like hundreds of millions.

A cash magnet in her career, an absolute woman of wealth, but just as generous with her donations. Looking at gossip news, some of Xia Ya’s clothes were even bought four or five years ago.

The young man laughed and said, "Yes, but what good is a popular actress now? She’s just another refugee like us. I heard people tried to bribe Xia Ya with plenty of supplies if only she’s willing to spread her legs. All those supplies would be hers, but she’s too arrogant, pretending to be all pure. I don’t believe she was so popular before without being played with. She’s always acting like she’s still a high-and-mighty star, preferring to go hungry rather than accepting aid, truly pitiful."

While saying this, the young man wondered what the overseer of the Serendipity thought, not allowing anyone to take her by force—it had to be consensual.

If force were allowed, Xia Ya would probably be overwhelmed.

Listening to the young man’s words, Lin Fan’s smile gradually faded, "Could you show some respect? She worked hard to earn her money, donating hundreds of millions in eight years, helping many poor children in mountainous areas attend school. What have you done? You assume just because she’s holding on to her bottom line that she’s putting on airs. If during the country’s darkest times everyone was like you, would we have had a chance for a better life? Although I don’t like arguing, what you’ve said is truly detestable."

He was friendly to everyone.

Even when faced with the loud-mouthed He Mingxuan, he could always smile amiably. But now, he truly disliked this fellow in front of him.