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

Lin Fan's every word was like a knife piercing Yang Ningcong's thinnest skin; the cuts were few, but each one drew blood.

Yang Ningcong's chest heaved violently as he stared intently at the tattered tent, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

But he didn't utter a sound.

Having a knife pointed at him is one thing, but the humiliation that burned away his reason is another.

He dared not turn around and curse Lin Fan, because the blade was right on his flesh.

All the resentment, embarrassment, and shame were instantly attributed to the man named Wang Laoliu on the beach.

A long ten minutes or so passed.

The waves swept away the white foam on the beach and pushed it back up, over and over again.

The three bodyguards stood in the wind until their legs ached, and they occasionally exchanged glances out of the corner of their eyes.

No one dared to look up, fearing that the gun might suddenly go off.

Finally, the canvas stopped shaking.

After a moment, a large, calloused hand lifted the curtain, and Wang Laoliu walked out, his back hunched.

He was shirtless, his muscles gleaming with oil.

Then, he slowly and deliberately tightened the rough leather belt, casually pulled up a dirty piece of clothing hanging outside the wooden board, wiped the sweat off his face and chest haphazardly, and threw the cloth onto the nearby wreckage of iron.

Following behind him was Meng Tiantian.

The buttons on her clothes were all out of place, and the fabric was wrinkled and stuck to her body.

Her hair was a tangled mess, and her face was covered in a patchwork of tears and sweat.

She started sobbing as soon as she stepped out of the tent, her legs were so weak she couldn't walk straight, and she shrank into the shadow of the yacht wreckage, not daring to look at the slope from beginning to end.

Wang Laoliu didn't even turn his head.

He walked to the sand pile, picked up half a bottle of mineral water with his toes, unscrewed the cap, took two gulps, rinsed it in his mouth, and spat it into the sand.

After doing all that, Wang Laoliu turned around and looked up at the middle section of the slope.

From fifty meters away, he could see the situation clearly: Lin Fan's pistol, the dagger pressed against his leg, and Yang Ningcong's face, which was a mixture of red and blue.

Old Wang stopped 30 meters from the entrance of the ramp.

He wiped the water from his mouth and was about to raise his voice to bargain with the young man who had taken the lead.

Before Lin Fan could even mention his conditions for the supplies...

Yang Ningcong's pent-up anger, which had been building up for a full twenty minutes, finally burst through the top of his head.

"Wang Laoliu! Who the hell do you think you are!"

Spit flew everywhere in the wind, and Yang Ningcong's face was contorted beyond recognition.

"You're nothing but a dog my Yang family pays to keep! How dare you touch my people! Who gave you the audacity to mess with Meng Tiantian?"

"Go back, and I'll make you a eunuch, so you'll know what it means to be untouchable when it comes to a tiger's woman."

His eyes were bloodshot. The once aloof and arrogant young master of a wealthy family was now like a scoundrel throwing a tantrum in the street, hurling out all the vicious words in his mouth.

"You're nothing but a damn cheap bastard who takes money to do things! I'll not only make you a eunuch, but I'll also have someone wipe out your whole family when we get back! I'll make sure you have no descendants!"

Wang Laoliu stood on the sand, not in a hurry to retort.

He's the kind of person who's seen far too many employers go crazy.

Some people wet their pants in front of a gun, and then turn around and blame the security for being unprofessional.

Some people cry and call for their fathers when they are kidnapped, but the first thing they do after being ransomed is to complain that the rescue team dirtied their carpet.

Yang Ningcong is one of these types.

Even if it's terrible, it's still a major investor.

Wang Laoliu raised his hand and wiped the water stains from his chin.

"Young Master Yang, I admit it. My zipper was loose."

He lowered his stance a bit, acknowledging that Yang Ningcong still had the Yang family behind him no matter what, "but I have to explain, it wasn't me who took the initiative to contact her."

On the slope, Yang Ningcong was so angry that his shoulders were shaking.

"You fucking dare to argue?"

"I'm not making excuses."

Wang Laoliu glanced at Meng Tiantian, who was hiding in the shadow of the wreckage.

Meng Tiantian curled up into a ball, her head buried, not daring to lift it.

"After you were taken upstairs yesterday, this little beauty was terrified and cried and begged me to protect her."

Wang Laoliu spoke as if it were the truth, without blushing at all.

"They said if you die, she'll be finished when she gets back. They also said that the guy behind you has a gun, and if she wants to live, she can only rely on me."

Meng Tiantian, who was listening from behind, couldn't quite make out what Wang Laoliu was saying.

Wang Laoliu continued, "Young Master Yang, you've seen the situation on this island. With your people not around, it's normal for a woman like her to want to find a backer."

"She came close to me, and I couldn't resist."

"I know I did something wrong. I'll accept any punishment you have to give me when we get back."

He spoke so smoothly.

The three bodyguards below couldn't help but exchange glances.

That bastard is better at lying through his teeth than he is at marksmanship.

Yang Ningcong was panting for a long time, his mind still a bit fuzzy from this explanation.

He knew exactly who Meng Tiantian was.

She pretends to be innocent online, but in private she knows better than anyone how to curry favor with powerful people.

On the day she boarded the ship, she told a group of people that she admired responsible men the most, and then turned around and asked him if he could add diamonds to his bags.

To say that she actively seduced Wang Laoliu in order to seek protection.

It's not that I don't have the connections, but I can't swallow this insult.

Especially with Lin Fan standing nearby, and the three bodyguards below all watching.

Yang Ningcong gritted his teeth, "She seduced you, and you just went for it?"

Wang Laoliu didn't say anything.

Yang Ningcong's insults were even harsher: "So if a stray dog ​​comes along on the beach and wags its tail at you, are you going to take your pants off too?"

One of the bodyguards below almost couldn't help but laugh.

He quickly looked down, pretending to look at the shoes.

Wang Laoliu's face twitched.

That's a really hurtful thing to say.

Lin Fan stood on the slope, listening for a long time, his patience almost worn out.

He didn't come here to listen to a rich young master interrogating his mistress about adultery.

I have no interest in watching mercenaries and internet celebrities shift blame onto each other.

On this island, who sleeps with whom, who betrays whom, and who cries are less valuable than half a bottle of clean water.

Lin Fan tapped Yang Ningcong's thigh with the back of his knife.

That's enough.

Yang Ningcong turned his head, his eyes frighteningly red.

Lin Fan ignored him.

He looked at Wang Laoliu on the beach.

"I don't have time to adjudicate your cases."

The sea breeze blew the grass on both sides of the slope wildly. Lin Fan stood on the high ground, his gun barrel pressed down, and his knife was still close to Yang Ningcong.

This is a very comfortable spot.

Those below want to rush up, but it takes them some distance to get up.

There is no obstruction in the middle.

Wang Laoliu understood this, so he never moved forward.

Lin Fan said, "Wang Laoliu, I can return Yang Ningcong to you."