Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

It's too awful.

This woman is known in the company as a pure and innocent girl; she even gets sad for half a day when she sees a stray cat being hit by a car.

Just a couple of days ago, she was also insisting that everyone help each other.

But the result?

These colleagues practically skinned her alive!

Her once fair and delicate face was now half swollen and completely deformed, with three or four cuts split at the corner of her mouth, covered with thick, black scabs.

The clean clothes she was wearing were now tattered rags, and her fair wrists and neck were covered with dense, purplish-black marks left by the thick rope binding and violent dragging.

Seeing Song Ya's miserable state, like a rag doll, Zhang Tao felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't help but swallow hard, feeling incredibly fortunate that he had clung to Lin Fan's coattails so early on.

On this wretched island, a saintly heart is nothing short of a death warrant!

Kindness without absolute, unwavering support is the cheapest consumable, not even worth a pack of instant noodles.

At this moment, Song Ya seemed to hear the noise and struggled to lift her eyelids slightly.

Through the swollen, blurry gap, she saw Lin Fan sitting by the fire.

There was no weeping, no crying for help, and not even a trace of resentment.

Those once clear and innocent eyes are now nothing but a lifeless numbness.

"Brother Fan." Old Li rubbed his hands together and eagerly took half a step forward. "Those people down there are a bunch of ungrateful wretches who don't know any rules! Look, the three of us risked our lives to bring them up to you."

Da Zhang nodded frantically, his eyes glued to the grilled meat, unable to look away: "Yes, yes, look at that noodles and meat... can we eat some first...?"

"Okay." Lin Fan uttered a single word, his voice completely flat.

Old Li was overjoyed, thinking the deal was done.

Just as he was about to reach for the can of instant noodles, Lin Fan stood up.

He was carrying a black tactical dagger in his hand.

He took a step, shortening the distance between himself and Old Li.

The change happened so fast that there wasn't even time for the retina to react.

Old Li's fawning expression was still on his face when Lin Fan waved his right arm.

The blade traced a clean, crisp arc in mid-air.

"Sizzle."

A very faint sound of skin tearing.

The carotid artery was precisely cut open, and hot blood gushed out instantly, drenching Zhang's head and face.

Old Li covered his neck tightly with both hands, and hissed out of his throat.

His eyes widened, and he fell straight backward, crashing onto the rocks and convulsing violently. Dark red blood spread rapidly along the cracks in the rocks.

Zhang was stunned. The scalding liquid smeared into his eyes. He instinctively wiped them, and his hands were covered in blood.

My mind was still processing the information about how Old Li suddenly collapsed.

Without pausing, Lin Fan gripped the knife in his backhand, raised his knee, and delivered a powerful front kick that slammed solidly into Da Zhang's sternum.

Da Zhang's feet left the ground, and he flew backward.

The edge of the platform was just one meter behind him.

Da Zhang hovered in mid-air, waving his hands wildly, but managed to grab nothing but air.

A feeling of weightlessness washed over him, and he screamed as he fell down the steep cliff slope.

His body tumbled down the rock face, his head slamming into a sharp, protruding rock with a sickening crack.

Then, it rolled all the way down to the beach at the bottom.

Below the cliff.

From within the crevice, a dozen pairs of eyes were fixed intently on the sky. Xiao Liang gripped a stone in his hand, his palms sweaty.

Suddenly, a figure fell from a great height, accompanied by a series of impact sounds.

"Bang!"

Da Zhang's body crashed into a sand pit dozens of meters away from them, raising a cloud of dust.

His neck was bent at an eerie angle, and a large part of the back of his head was sunken in, with dark red liquid mixed with white tissue rapidly seeping into the sand.

The beach was deathly silent.

Chen Jian's legs went weak, and he slid down the rock wall to the ground, not even bothering to pick up his glasses which had fallen into the sand.

Wang Lan leaned against the wall, her face pale. Just as she had thought, Lin Fan had no intention of providing any supplies.

Everyone inside the crevice held their breath.

The last shred of hope in my heart was shattered by the mangled corpse.

Lin Fan had no intention of exchanging supplies. What he wanted wasn't a trade, but to watch them tear each other apart in despair, and then casually crush any insects that crawled up on them.

Platform at the top of the cliff.

Zhou Kai and Zhang Tao were so frightened that they shrank back, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

The two men originally thought that Lin Fan would at most detain them without food, but they never expected that he would kill the two living people on the spot without even asking any questions.

This attitude of treating human life as worthless completely extinguished Zhang Tao's little schemes.

Liu Feifei was still holding onto Song Ya's arm.

She froze completely, her eyes trembling, looking at Old Li at her feet as his convulsions gradually stopped, then glancing at the direction where Da Zhang had disappeared beyond the edge.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fan turned his head, his cold eyes fixed on her.

Liu Feifei's legs went weak, and she knelt down.

Song Ya, who was next to her, also fell onto the rock.

"Don't kill me! Brother Fan! Please don't kill me!"

Liu Feifei's voice completely cracked. She crawled forward like a madwoman, pressing her palms against the bloodstains flowing from Lao Li, leaving two red marks, and tightly gripping Lin Fan's trouser leg with both hands.

"I didn't hit her! I really didn't touch Song Ya even with a single hair!"

Liu Feifei's usual aloof and superior image as a movie queen was crushed to dust by her survival instincts.

"It was all their doing! Chen Jian, Wang Lan, Xiao Liang... those men down there wanted to trade her for food, so they beat her to a pulp! I was forced to come along! Brother Fan, I'm different from them!"

She kowtowed desperately, her forehead hitting the rough stone, breaking the skin and drawing blood.

Lin Fan looked down at Liu Feifei, who was clinging to his trouser leg, and said nothing.

Liu Feifei originally intended to stay here and not go back, using her body, which she was so proud of, as a bargaining chip.

But I never expected Lin Fan to be so cruel.

Her forehead had been scraped by the rough rock, and sweat mixed with the cuts that dripped down into Old Li's still-warm blood.

She was genuinely terrified. She had never seen a dead person in her life, let alone one who had died right in front of her, with blood dripping onto her.

"Brother Fan, I really didn't touch Song Ya. You can ask her, ask her directly!"

The eyes that once shone brightly in front of the camera are now bloodshot, the pupils dilated, revealing only the most primal survival instinct.

Lin Fan lowered his eyes, blood still dripping from the tactical dagger in his right hand, while Old Li's corpse lay at his feet.

The wind was strong, and the firewood in the bonfire crackled and popped.

Lin Fan looked at Liu Feifei, running through the details in his mind.

People on the beach are all potential dangers.

Keeping that group around means they might get ambushed even while gathering firewood; it's better to eliminate all future threats.

As for the woman in front of him, regardless of whether she touched Song Ya or not, she must die. This is to show others the price of threatening Lin Fan.

Lin Fan gripped the knife handle and stepped forward.

"Wait a moment!"