20: A grass skirt crowns you, and following the captain means meat to eat!

"I... I... I don't want to die..." Seeing the situation, Zhao Mengmeng was too terrified to speak.

Chen Du, bare-chested and holding a fire axe in one hand, stared at her coldly.

At his feet, Zhou Qian was shaking like a brand-new vibrating motor.

Her usual Goddess demeanor was long gone.

"Ca... Captain..."

She deliberately kept her body low, and the loose banana leaves covering her did nothing to hide her.

"I was really wrong... I was blind before, unable to recognize true greatness."

Zhou Qian tremblingly tried to grab Chen Du's ankle: "As long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything... really, I'm very skilled, why don't you try me..."

Zhao Mengmeng quickly tried to defend herself, snot and tears smearing her face.

"Chen Du! We're all classmates! Is your heart made of stone?"

"I just wanted to save a rabbit... How was I supposed to know it was a monster..."

"Wuwuwu, please say something for me! I beg you!"

Zhao Mengmeng turned to look at the girls around her, attempting her favorite tactic: moral coercion.

However, the only response she received was deathly silence.

Even Xia Gai, her former best friend who used to hang out with Zhou Qian, looked at her with contempt.

Stupidity is contagious.

No one wanted to be associated with these two jinxes.

"Classmate?" Chen Du chuckled.

He raised his foot and kicked Zhou Qian in the shoulder, sending her tumbling head over heels.

"When you were trying to push me into the lake to feed the fish just now, why didn't you remember I was your classmate?"

Chen Du's gaze was like a knife.

The girls who had been blushing and excited by his primal look moments ago now felt a chill run down their spines.

Every one of them lowered their heads, not daring to take a deep breath.

"Since this has happened, we will establish new rules," Chen Du said calmly.

"The principle of equality for all will no longer apply on the ferry."

"From now on, everyone will be divided into three ranks."

He held up one finger.

"The first rank: Core Crew Members. They possess private rooms, priority food distribution rights, and... my protection."

Chen Du pointed to Li Yaozhi, Tang Ran, The three Xia sisters, Ye Qiu, and An Nuonuo, who was shrinking back.

"Only these few people were fighting desperately just now."

"The second rank: Ordinary Crew Members."

"They are responsible for moving supplies and cleaning. Those who don't work don't eat. If you want food, you must exchange it for value."

As he said this, Chen Du's gaze coldly swept over the two women.

"The third rank: Slaves."

Zhou Qian was about to start wailing and begging for mercy when Chen Du frowned and slammed the blunt side of the axe onto her shoulder.

"Shut up! Slaves have no right to speak. I won't listen to nonsense."

"Listen up. If we encounter dangerous areas like fog or swamps in the future, you two must walk in front and clear the way."

"If you're blown up or poisoned, that's your fate. If you survive, consider yourselves lucky."

"As for normal times, you will be responsible for cleaning the excrement and toilets of all thirty-plus people on the ship. You are not allowed to use tools; clean them thoroughly with your bare hands. If there is even the slightest odor, I will throw you overboard to the fish."

A flash of murderous intent crossed Chen Du's eyes. He raised the axe as if to chop: "Still want to scream? Looks like you don't want to live?"

The two women clamped their hands over their mouths, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"From now on, you will get down to the bottom hold and live there! You are not allowed to come up without my command!"

When his voice fell, there was dead silence.

Zhou Qian's face was ashen.

Slave... What did being a slave mean on this lawless deserted island?

It meant being pure consumables, worse than a dog!

"No... I won't be a slave! I want to go home... I want to call the police... I want to find my counselor..."

Zhao Mengmeng's mental state completely collapsed, and she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Shut up!" Tang Ran stepped forward.

She slapped Zhao Mengmeng across the face, physically silencing the idiot.

"Well done!" Chen Du nodded in satisfaction.

"I said I don't keep trash, but I will never treat my own people unfairly."

"Catch!"

Chen Du casually tossed an object.

The thing was jet black, emitting a cold metallic sheen.

A faint wisp of black energy lingered around it; clearly, it was no ordinary item.

"Corpse King's Bracer! Perfect for a brute like you."

Tang Ran instinctively caught it.

The moment she grasped it, a warm current flowed from the bracer into her palm!

After putting it on, she tried clenching her fist.

Crackle!

The cracking sound of her knuckles was frighteningly sharp.

She felt like she could punch a bull's skull right now!

Strength +3!

For her, this was an almost cheat-like enhancement!

"Holy shit..."

Tang Ran stared at the bracer, which had automatically tightened on her wrist as if it were growing out of her flesh, her eyes shining brightly.

This was a supernatural piece of equipment!

And he just... gave it to her?

"Thank you, Captain!!" Tang Ran excitedly punched Chen Du in the chest.

Before, it was simple classmate friendship; now, it was absolute loyalty to the Captain.

Following Chen Du truly meant getting meat!

The surrounding girls watched, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Envy, jealousy, desire... various emotions flashed in their eyes.

So that was it.

As long as they were obedient and willing to fight desperately, they could truly upgrade from a bicycle to a motorcycle!

At this moment, Chen Du's image upgraded from "perverted hooligan" to "tyrant who rewards and punishes clearly."

Even being ruled didn't seem so hard to accept anymore.

"Um... excuse me, everyone."

A teasing voice interrupted.

Xia Lai walked over, swaying her slender waist and holding a pile of green, leafy things in her hands.

"Captain, although the way you're letting your bird fly is very imposing and has a wild kind of beauty..."

Her seductive eyes couldn't help but sweep over Chen Du's groin.

"But to protect the physical and mental health of our sisters, perhaps you should put on your imperial robe."

What she held was a battle skirt woven from vines and palm leaves.

Honestly, the craftsmanship was absolutely superb!

It even mimicked the texture of an Ancient Roman Battle Skirt; it looked quite refined.

Xia Lai walked up to Chen Du and squatted down.

"Lift your leg."

Chen Du raised an eyebrow and lifted his leg without hesitation.

Xia Lai's fingers moved nimbly.

Her fingertips faintly brushed the inner side of Chen Du's thigh, sparking a jolt of electric numbness.

This woman was definitely doing it on purpose.

Chen Du looked down at Xia Lai, who was tying the belt for him.

From this angle, he could clearly see a vast expanse of snowy white cleavage beneath the neckline of her tube top.

"All done, my Great Chief."

Xia Lai patted Chen Du's butt and stood up.

She seemed very satisfied with her pure, handmade haute couture piece.

Chen Du, wearing the grass skirt, combined with his muscular physique and the Anchor Tattoo on his chest, exuded a suffocating masculine tension that was almost overflowing.

This was the taste of power.

"Everyone, gather the supplies and return to the ship!"

Chen Du waved his hand, issuing the retreat order.

In the returning group, the atmosphere had completely changed.

Tang Ran and The three Xia sisters walked proudly at the very front, radiating the confidence of those superior to others.

The ordinary girls carried fruit baskets on their backs.

Although they were tired, they were willing, as they no longer had to face the monsters.

At the back of the line.

Zhou Qian and Zhao Mengmeng were dragging the heaviest cart of supplies.

The two of them were crying and slipping in the mud.

If they slowed down even slightly, they would be met with Chen Du's reprimand: "Didn't you eat? Hurry up! Otherwise, you won't get any dinner!"

They returned to ferry no. 0819.

On the deck.

Xia Lai was truly amazing; she casually wove a Rattan Chair out of vines.

Chen Du leaned back comfortably, adopting a 'Ge You Slump.'

He held a fist-sized grape in his hand and bit into it, letting the juice burst out.

An Nuonuo dutifully massaged his legs beside him.

Tang Ran stood beside him like a door god.

Chen Du narrowed his eyes, watching the busy swarm of beautiful young women on the deck.

Dozens of scantily clad, hot school goddesses were working hard for survival.

This feeling... was absolutely freaking awesome!

His gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Ye Qiu, who was counting the inventory.

Seemingly sensing Chen Du's gaze, her movements stiffened, and her ears turned red.