You call this hypoglycemic medication? The production team is being blackmailed!

The air in the hall seemed to be completely sucked out in that instant.

Lin Mo's dark, deep eyes revealed an undisguised coldness.

Like a lone wolf whose territory has been violated.

The assistant director swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine.

His hand holding the metal detector trembled involuntarily, and his feet involuntarily took a half step back.

"Lin... Lin Mo..."

The assistant director's voice was dry and strained, and he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

He braced himself, trying to mask his inner turmoil with a forceful tone.

"Rules... rules are rules. All supplies must be handed over; this is the bottom line for survival!"

"Bottom line?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo not only did not back down, but instead let out an undisguised sneer.

He slowly and deliberately slipped one hand into the pocket of his large beach shorts.

Through the fabric, her slender fingers gently patted the jar of secret-recipe spicy beef sauce that she had just snatched.

Their actions were extremely arrogant.

"Who sets the bottom line? You?"

Lin Mo slightly raised his chin, exuding an innate roguish and bandit-like aura.

"Open your eyes and look carefully."

His tone was languid, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

"This is not a prohibited food at all; it's called a 'personal hypoglycemic drug'."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Zhao Kuo, who was standing next to him, was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

A miraculous cure for hypoglycemia!

Who has ever survived a hypoglycemic episode by swallowing pure red chili pepper beef sauce?!

This is basically sending them away!

The night owl viewers in the live stream burst out laughing instantly.

Holy crap! Lin Shen's ability to blatantly lie is unparalleled on the entire internet!

[So shameless! But I love it!]

[Trying to blackmail the production crew with a jar of hot sauce – this is truly unbelievable!]

Lin Mo didn't care what others thought; he continued with his robber logic without batting an eye.

"Miss Jiang is delicate and picky about food."

He took a step forward, his tall figure instantly casting the assistant director in shadow.

"If you insist on confiscating her 'medicine' today, what will happen when we get to that godforsaken desert island..."

Lin Mo's voice suddenly turned cold.

"If she gets seriously ill from hunger, or faints due to low blood sugar, who among you can take responsibility?"

The assistant director was overwhelmed by this imposing aura and was about to retort.

Lin Mo didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

"I'm lazy. If she can't walk, I don't have the time to carry her."

A dangerous smile curled at the corner of Lin Mo's lips.

"So, if she gets hungry, I have no choice but to take her to your production team's headquarters tent in the middle of the night for a free meal."

The assistant director's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Lin Mo, however, slowly dropped the final bombshell.

"I saw it myself. Among the logistical supplies you transported to the island yesterday, there were not only self-heating hot pots, but also whole cases of chilled beer and Inner Mongolian lamb skewers."

All the staff members present gasped in shock.

"If you insist on touching her food today..."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I dare to start a live stream on my phone at 2:30 in the morning, with tens of millions of netizens watching..."

"Take a good look at your secret little barbecue spot."

This is a blatant threat! It's like they're stripping the entire production team of their faces and rubbing them on the ground!

The assistant director's forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat.

At this moment, Lin Mo outwardly appeared to be a rogue.

Deep down, however, an unreasonable and domineering nature was surging within him.

What a joke! I've put so much effort into this lately, going to great lengths to give you special treatment.

It took a lot of effort to fatten up this originally skinny young lady to a tiny bit of adorable baby fat.

These exploitative people making this show actually wanted her to go hungry on a deserted island.

You want her to gnaw on tree bark and eat wild fruit? Dream on!

If anyone dares to touch Jiang Ruoyun's food supply, Lin Mo will risk losing five million yuan in breach of contract fees to destroy this lousy show.

Jiang Ruoyun hid behind Lin Mo, her watery fox-like eyes fixed on the tall figure.

Her previously dazed mind was now filled with only warmth.

Even if the whole world was against her, she felt incredibly safe by this man's side.

In the backstage monitoring room, the director stared intently at the screen, his teeth itching with rage.

"A scoundrel! A rogue! He's a cancer on the entertainment industry!"

He grabbed the walkie-talkie, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

As a seasoned veteran in the industry, the chief director's mind works incredibly fast.

He knew Lin Mo all too well—someone who was only thinking about getting off work.

This kid doesn't care about the camera or his image at all; he's absolutely capable of going live in the middle of the night and causing a scene!

If a program that touts "brutal survival" is exposed for eating barbecue and drinking beer backstage...

Tomorrow morning's headlines will nail the production team to the pillar of shame.

The calls from investors trying to withdraw their investment would absolutely ring off his phone.

We can't afford to mess with them.

The director gritted his teeth, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched violently a few times.

"Let it through!" he shouted into the walkie-talkie, extremely frustrated.

"Let him take that lousy sauce and get off on the island! I refuse to believe a jar of hot sauce can keep you hungry for days!"

Upon receiving instructions from behind the scenes, the assistant director felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

He scrambled back two steps and quickly waved to signal the security personnel to retreat.

A conflict that was on the verge of spiraling out of control was abruptly suppressed by Lin Mo using thuggish tactics.

"Buy it! Buy it right now!"

Jiang Jianguo, the richest man in Beijing's elite circle, was wearing a dark blue silk nightgown and was so excited that he kept slapping his thigh on the bed.

He looked at the image of his daughter crying from the spiciness on the tablet, and his heart ached so much it felt like it was bleeding.

"Where's the butler?! Where the hell is he?!"

housekeeper:".........."

Jiang Jianguo was furious, his voice so loud it made the windowpanes rattle.

"Call the investment department right now! Before dawn, I want the production company of this lousy show to be renamed Jiang!"

Investment Department: "........."

Just as he was about to get out of bed to find his phone and call someone himself.

Awakened by the deafening roar, Song Wan slowly sat up.

This usually elegant and dignified professor from the Department of History at Peking University showed no signs of morning grumpiness.

She simply draped a silk shawl over her shoulders, her movements exceptionally elegant.

Song Wan reached out her well-maintained hand, picked up the gold-rimmed glasses from the bedside table, and slowly placed them on her high nose bridge.

She turned her head slightly, glancing over her husband's shoulder at the live stream replay on the tablet screen.

The scene freezes on the moment Lin Mo stuffs the chili sauce into his pocket and tightly protects Jiang Ruoyun.

"Snap!" A crisp sound.

Song Wan raised her hand without hesitation and slapped Jiang Jianguo on the back of the head.

"Shut up."

Jiang Jianguo was startled by the photo, covered the back of his head, and turned around with a wronged look on his face.

"Wife, why did you hit me? Didn't you see that Ruoyun was bullied to tears by those people?"

Song Wan sighed helplessly, her eyes revealing a kind of "hopeless case" disdain.

"You're obsessed with money, and you won't admit it."

Song Wan pushed up her reflective gold-rimmed glasses, and a smile, unusually, flashed in her eyes.

"Didn't you realize that this kid is willing to break the show's strict rules...?"

"Would you rather act like a scoundrel in public than betray Ruoyun's stomach?"

Song Wan picked up her water glass to moisten her throat before offering her incisive comment.

"He doesn't use his status to intimidate people, nor does he spout those hypocritical platitudes."

"When he's protecting his own, he won't suffer even the slightest loss."

Song Wan smiled slightly and gave the final assessment result.

"That's somewhat like me. I think this young man is quite good."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jianguo nearly coughed up blood.

He covered his head and jumped up and down on the bed in a fit of rage.

"What's so good about him! You were just fooled by his face!" Jiang Jianguo retorted angrily, his face red and neck thick.

"He was putting on an act! He was after our family's wealth! He wanted my vast fortune!"

Song Wan sneered, completely ignoring her husband's incompetent rage.

She pulled the silk quilt over and lay down again, closing her eyes to rest.

"Alright, save your breath."

"With Kobayashi guarding the island, your daughter won't be able to stand being wronged. Go to sleep."

Seeing his wife's resolute expression, Jiang Jianguo's chest heaved violently with anger.

But he dared not make any more noise and could only stare intently at Lin Mo on the screen like a punching bag.

……

The gears of time keep turning relentlessly forward.

As the first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist over the sea.

Three speedboats cut through the waves on the turbulent sea, leaving trails of white wakes.

After a bumpy ride of half an hour.

The group was like several useless sandbags, ruthlessly thrown onto a pristine beach by the production team.

This is a deserted island with no trace of human development.

The roar of the speedboat engine quickly faded into the distance, leaving only a deathly silence and desolation.

The air was filled with a stuffy, humid smell of decaying vegetation.

The other side of the island is a deep, dense primeval jungle.

It was like a giant green beast with its jaws wide open, ready to devour these modern civilized people who had intruded.

After a night of turmoil and a bumpy ride in the early morning, everyone was in extremely poor condition.

Lin Chacha's hair was blown around by the sea breeze, making her look like a crazy woman. She was squatting on the beach, dry heaving.

The sun was blazing overhead.

The scorching sun beat down relentlessly on the white sand, causing the temperature to rise rapidly.

Although Zhao Kuo's face was also pale, he was clutching something tightly.

It was a Swiss Army knife that he had secretly hidden in his inner pocket during the chaos.

He straightened up and straightened his oversized, wrinkled windbreaker.

His eyes rekindled their arrogant arrogance.

This is his last chance to turn things around!

Zhao Kuo looked at Lin Mo, who was not far away and was adjusting his beach shorts, and let out a harsh, cold laugh.

"Lin Mo, I heard you're quite good at cooking at the Heartbeat House?"

He toyed with the exquisite military knife in his hand, the blade reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

"But in this wilderness where there isn't even an iron pot, your cooking skills, which are only good for wooing women, are a complete joke!"

Zhao Kuo deliberately raised his voice, trying to regain his status as a rich second-generation in front of the camera.

"Only real men can survive here!"

The sea breeze blew, and the beach was quiet.

Lin Mo didn't even glance at him.

He casually picked up the rusty, broken machete provided by the production team.

It's like carrying a fire poker.

Lin Mo turned his head and looked at Jiang Ruoyun, who was holding a large leaf to block the sun.

The languor in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a reassuring composure.

Under the blazing sun, Lin Mo smiled slightly and said softly.

"Come on, young lady, I'll take you to build a villa."