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

Wang Laoliu showed no intention of stopping.

"Are you crazy?"

Not only did Lao Liu not stop, but he didn't even lose his original breathing rhythm.

The rough tread pattern on the bottom of the military boots scraped against the soft padding.

The sea breeze lifted the tarpaulin a crack, letting in the morning light that illuminated Wang Laoliu's muscular back.

An old knife scar runs diagonally from the left scapula to the bottom, contracting and expanding with each movement.

The sand rubbed against the mat, making a harsh sound.

Meng Tiantian is on the verge of a breakdown.

She went to sea with Yang Ningcong to make money.

Stranded on a deserted island, Yang Ningcong was captured by that lunatic and taken to a cave on the island.

What can a powerless internet celebrity do when faced with a mercenary?

But now, by sheer coincidence, Yang Ningcong has returned.

What kind of power does the Yang family have? If they go back, they can easily prevent her from making a living in the internet industry, let alone ban her.

"Stop it, please stop!" Meng Tiantian cried, tears mixed with sweat streaming down her face. "He'll be angry. If he finds out, the Yang family won't let us off the hook once the rescue arrives."

"If you see it, you see it."

Wang Laoliu snorted through his nose and changed his angle.

The man remained as still as a stone.

"You're just a bodyguard who gets paid to do things!" Meng Tiantian's voice trembled, her words incoherent. "You slept with your employer's woman... You won't get paid when you get back. They'll tell the company, they'll break your legs..."

Wang Laoliu pressed down on her shoulder with one hand.

He reached out and pinched Meng Tiantian's chin with considerable force, forcing her to raise her head.

There was not a trace of the dazed look in the mercenary's eyes; they were clear-headed and straightforward.

He is all too aware of the current situation.

The security company's contract stipulated a payment of three million US dollars for this job.

If Yang Ningcong dies on this island, not only will he not receive the final payment, but the security company will also issue kill orders all over Southeast Asia in order to quell the Yang family's anger.

He's in this business, and he knows the rules best.

He wanted to keep Yang Ningcong alive.

But on this deserted island, the rules have changed.

It's no longer a matter of what the Yang family can do to Wang Laoliu; rather, it's that if Yang Ningcong, that good-for-nothing, wants to live, he has to rely on Wang Laoliu.

The intern pointing a gun at them was definitely not a good guy.

Occupying high ground, with water and meat, they even mastered the jungle law of the deserted island.

If it weren't for Wang Laoliu's timely appearance, that intern would have gotten rid of Yang Ningcong, that burden, long ago.

"The Yang family?"

Wang Laoliu grinned, revealing his teeth stained yellow from smoking, and leaned close to Meng Tiantian's ear.

"Little girl, has your brain been damaged by seawater?"

"The rules of civilized society don't work here. Yang Ningcong has to rely on his father to survive now."

"If I'm unhappy, he'll die. If he dies, I'll just become a fugitive. We're all in this together now."

Wang Laoliu patted Meng Tiantian's cheek roughly.

"Believe it or not, even if I do it to his face, he'll still have to call me Sixth Brother obediently?"

Meng Tiantian froze completely.

In this isolated place, class distinctions had long been crushed by these barbarians wielding knives and guns.

Yang Ningcong's attitude of only throwing money at people is a joke here.

Yang Ningcong's cursing outside stopped, probably because Lin Fan forced him to shut up with a knife in his hand.

Wang Laoliu ignored the commotion outside.

He was constantly on edge while carrying out high-risk missions.

In such a desperate situation where even tomorrow's life or death is uncertain, the most primal human instincts need an outlet.

This young internet celebrity, with her delicate skin and tender flesh, is a welcome change of pace on this muddy island.

Sweat dripped down Wang Laoliu's chin.

He slowly pulled over a dirty jacket from the side and covered Meng Tiantian's exposed shoulder.

"It was all written clearly in black and white on my assignment sheet."

"Protect Yang Ningcong's personal safety. As long as I bring this young master back to the mainland safe and sound, the Yang family will have to pay me the remaining amount."

The rustling sound of friction continued to echo in the cramped shed.

Wang Laoliu stared at the canvas at the top.

"The mission didn't say anything about me not being allowed to have sex with the women he brought out."

"Stop for a second!" Meng Tiantian's voice trembled as she spoke, tears mingling with sweat as she desperately shrank back. "Young Master Yang and that madman are upstairs. That madman has a gun and a knife! What if he gets impatient and stabs Yang Ningcong to death?"

The images of Lin Fan kicking people, firing guns, and holding a knife to Yang Ningcong's neck kept replaying in her mind.

"If Yang Ningcong dies, who will pay your remaining balance? If Yang Ningcong dies, you'll be doomed even if you go back, and we'll all rot on this wretched island!" Meng Tiantian pleaded desperately.

Wang Laoliu's movements didn't slow down at all.

This man, who spends his life in the rainforest and desert, has muscles as hard as stone that rise and fall rhythmically with his breathing.

Despite Meng Tiantian's cries, he didn't even flinch, only letting out a cold laugh through his nose.

"Do you really think that intern with the gun up there is a brainless idiot?"

Wang Laoliu grabbed Meng Tiantian's wrists with one hand, flipped her over, and pressed her onto the sofa cushion with such force that she couldn't resist.

Wang Laoliu leaned closer, his tobacco and sweat mingling and hitting Meng Tiantian's face. "If that kid really wanted to kill someone, his neck would have been broken last night when he had the person in his hands. Why would he need to drag someone here to enjoy the sea breeze so early in the morning?"

Meng Tiantian was overwhelmed and couldn't breathe; the man in front of her didn't take her panic seriously at all.

In the logic of mercenaries, the chance to survive is far more real than the face of any client.

Wang Laoliu freed one hand to pinch her cheek, forcing her to look up at the canvas ceiling. "Save your energy. Yang Ningcong, a piece of trash who can't do anything but reincarnate, is only surviving here thanks to this knife in my hand."

Middle section of the ramp.

The sea breeze brushed against the rocky cliffs.

Lin Fan held the gun in one hand, the cold barrel resting on his waist, while the tip of the dagger in his right hand was pressed against Yang Ningcong's groin.

The three bodyguards below stood five or six meters away from the canvas tent, and none of them dared to utter a sound or lift the curtain.

These people put their hands behind their backs and pretended not to hear.

The half of a white leg adorned with a gold chain, peeking out from the gap in the canvas, was still swaying.

Yang Ningcong couldn't stand up straight, but his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

A normal man doesn't need to get very close; just by looking at the frequency of the swaying of those broken wooden planks, he can tell what's going on inside the shed.

Lin Fan stood to the side and waited for several minutes.

The swaying marks inside the canvas on the beach did not stop; instead, they became even stronger.

He turned his head and glanced at Yang Ningcong, who was trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Fan slapped the back of his knife twice on Yang Ningcong's thigh. "So this is the pomp and circumstance of a rich young master."

Lin Fan began, "He was tied up and beaten up there, while the bodyguards he paid were sleeping with his woman down there."

Yang Ningcong clenched his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and blood vessels covered the whites of his eyes.

"In civilized society, you, Young Master Yang, can command the wind and rain. Here, you're not even as good as a dog you bought yourself. Not only does it shit on your head, but you also have to stand on high ground and watch it do so."