Although Sian's actions were a bit harsh, such incidents were not uncommon among the participants. There had even been physical fights and more intense altercations. So, while the others were slightly taken aback by Xian's quick response at first, they soon forgot about it and returned to their own business.
Of course, Marco wasn't one of them. He looked at Sian as though he wanted to kill him, but he still needed to act carefully since they were still broadcasting live. However, he swore to take revenge on Sian for humiliating him in such an impudent way. It seemed that someone had a poor memory and had forgotten that he was the one who made the first move. Had he not provoked Sian, the latter wouldn't have spared even a single glance at him.
As for the man who had held the soda can earlier, he was still staring at Sian with sharp, icy blue eyes. His short black hair framed his face, which had distinctly Chinese features if one ignored the deep, sea-colored sapphire eyes. Even sitting down, he exuded an aura that was both captivating and powerful. Standing at exactly two meters tall, his muscles weren't as exaggerated as the other participants, and he didn't appear to be an athlete either. Though he wore a faint smile, the oppressive feeling he radiated was no joke.
Sian had one reason to notice this man and analyze his appearance and demeanor.
"This man is no ordinary person."
Every glance, every detail about him screamed that this man had killed hundreds of people.
To Sian, the scent of fresh blood clung to him, wrapping around his entire presence.
Why could Sian tell this? Simply because he had killed millions of people in his past life—far more than the man sitting across from him. And that's why he trusted his instincts and judgment without a doubt.
But what did it matter? As long as the man didn't approach him or threaten him, Sian was simply too lazy to intervene in others' affairs. If it weren't for Secretary Su telling him that he couldn't back out of this show and that he didn't have enough money to pay the contract violation fees, he would have fled from the start. All he wanted was a warm house and hot food. He would live the rest of his life like a hamster, eating quietly and sleeping.
As for the show and the people in it? Who cares. He wouldn't care even if they killed each other right in front of him.
Sian made up his mind and turned his gaze away from the man, who was still studying him in return but still maintained that fake smile on his face.
Sian had been planning to close his eyes and rest for a bit—maybe because he had recently been reincarnated, or because he had just been through a bloody battle before his reincarnation. Every inch of his body ached like hell. No, it wasn't his "body" specifically that hurt—it was more like a pain that originated deep within his soul, crushing it.
He hoped this pain wouldn't be permanent. Just as he was about to rest his head on the seat and sleep, a rough voice, laced with amusement, called out from beside him.
"Whoa, whoa, kid, I didn't expect you to hide such power and intensity."
The man sitting next to Sian spoke with admiration and excitement in his voice.
"Hello, my name is Liang Zu. I practice Amateur Boxing and have participated in many amateur tournaments. My dream is to join the Enbo Fight Club, which is why I signed up for this variety show. And you, kid, what's your name?"
This giant of a man, Liang Zu, was the same one who had called Sian a lost child before filming started. He might have been annoying with his big mouth, but at least he was a straightforward person with no hidden agendas.
Sian felt more comfortable around people with simple thoughts and direct actions. He wasn't even bothered by Liang Zu's earlier teasing or his attempt to get closer after seeing his strength. It was only natural for strong people to like other strong people. For that reason, Sian extended his hand and shook Liang Zu's, then spoke calmly, with a small smile.
"Hello! I'm Sian. Nice to meet you."
After shaking Liang Zu's hand twice, he let go and adjusted his position on the chair, closing his eyes deliberately. He did all this so quickly that he didn't notice the shocked expression on Liang Zu's face.
"Hey, kid, is that it?"
Liang Zu was happy when Xian shook his hand and expected to hear a proper introduction or at least engage in some conversation to get to know each other better. He had hoped to befriend Sian, having found him both good-looking and skilled. But he hadn't expected the young man to shake his hand for just a couple of seconds and then return to his seat, closing those amber eyes immediately.
Mysterious_Toe: "Hahahaha, oh my god, I can't stop laughing. Look at Liang Zu's stiff face."
Mommy's boy: "Hahaha, he didn't expect to be ignored by the angel after just two words."
Crazy_Fish_97: "Hahaha, I'm dying! I'm dying! I just took a screenshot; I'm going to turn this boxer's face into a meme; it's going to be hilarious."
Thunder_Toast: "The Boxer: Hello, I'm... and I... also... and this... also...
Sian: Hello, nice to meet you. --- Silence ---"
Sleepy_Taco: "Hahaha, that was exactly what happened, seems like our little angel doesn't like talking much. I feel bad for the poor boxer. He's a talker, but he ran into... well..."
Paper Boat in the Wind: "From today, I'll count how many words Xian says in a day. I bet he won't go over ten."
"+1, I bet five."
"+1, I bet seven."
"Twelve."
"+1"
"+1"
"+1..."
Of course, the person responsible for the betting casino that opened during the live broadcast didn't see it and didn't realize he had caused a stir again. By the end of the variety show, there would be many people who had lost their money, and others who had become rich, all thanks to the varied bets placed around the beloved little angel of the audience.
It seemed that luck wasn't on Sian's side today. After only a few minutes of closing his eyes, the commentator's voice rang out loudly.
"Dear participants, we have arrived at our destination. You can see the forest through the window in front of you. For the next month, this will be your new home."
Sian was extremely annoyed. He had finally come to a peaceful world where he could sleep a little without fearing for his life while resting. But instead of resting and eating well, he was still forced to suffer in such a beautiful world.
"Damn everything," Sian cursed under his breath but still opened his eyes. It wasn't because he had any interest in the live broadcast or the people around him. It was because he wanted to see the forest from above. This meant he wanted to memorize the map of the forest and all the important terrain currently visible from the helicopter. This had always been an instinctive thing for Sian.
In his past life, he would never step on land without noticing and memorizing everything around him, planning escape routes, calculating potential risks, and using whatever he could to his advantage—even if it was just a rock on the ground.
One of Sian's rules is that anything can be used and exploited as long as you have a good enough mind to harness its power for yourself.
Of course, there was no war or disaster here, but as they say, prevention is better than cure.
After memorizing as much as he could—locations, mountains, rivers... Sian returned to his seat as the helicopter was about to land.