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

Wang Laoliu was too lazy to reply.

"I'll take the people back into the cave first, and you can bring the supplies over."

Lin Fan grabbed Yang Ningcong by the back of his collar, not giving him a chance to speak.

Yang Ningcong was dragged along, stumbling as pebbles rolled beneath his feet. He turned his head to glance at the beach.

Wang Laoliu stood still, three bodyguards stood beside the wreckage, and Meng Tiantian huddled in the shadows, her head bowed low.

No one moved.

In the past, if Yang Ningcong waved his hand, all these people would gather around.

They're not even as good as dogs now.

Halfway down the slope, Yang Ningcong muttered under his breath, "Useless, all of them are fucking useless."

He had barely finished speaking when he was kicked in the lower back.

"Who are you insulting?"

Yang Ningcong almost knelt down, then quickly changed his tune: "I'm cursing those guys down there."

"oh."

Another kick, and Yang Ningcong was speechless. Lin Fan's voice came from behind, "Hurry up."

Yang Ningcong shut up.

As we entered the cave, everyone's eyes turned to us.

Song Ya looked at Yang Ningcong, then at Lin Fan, "What's wrong?"

"Exchange for two boxes of supplies first."

Lin Fan pressed Yang Ningcong to the ground, and the hemp rope was wrapped around his ankles again, the knot tightened tightly.

Yang Ningcong bared his teeth. "Lin Fan, what's the point of you torturing me like this?"

"That's quite interesting."

The knot tightened again.

Yang Ningcong gasped in pain, swallowing back all the words he was about to say.

Lin Fan looked up at Song Ya and said, "Keep an eye on him."

Song Ya nodded.

……

Below the ramp.

Wang Laoliu had already had two waterproof boxes dragged to the boundary between the beach and the gravel.

Lin Fan stopped halfway down the slope.

He drew the pistol from his waist, muzzle down, and rested it on his outside thigh.

His gaze fell downwards.

"Move it upstairs."

Wang Laoliu waved to his two bodyguards.

The short-haired bodyguard didn't move. "Sixth Brother, what if..."

"There's no 'what if'."

The tall, thin man said with a pained expression, "Sixth Brother, what if he detains us?"

Wang Laoliu patted him on the shoulder.

"What value do you two have in taking advantage of?"

The tall, thin man choked.

The bodyguard with the buzz cut looked even uglier.

"The value of hostages also depends on their worth." Wang Laoliu's words were blunt and hurtful. "Yang Ningcong is valuable, but you two are worthless except for making dung."

The man with the buzz cut opened his mouth, but couldn't find a way to refute it.

Wang Laoliu looked up at Lin Fan on the slope and deliberately raised his voice a few decibels.

"This young man just wants to stay here and be his local tyrant, and he won't let anyone disturb his good life."

"There are celebrities, CEOs, doctors, water, and food in the cave. Why would we detain you two as well?"

He glanced at the two of them.

"Keeping two pigs around is of no use other than wasting more food."

The man with the buzz cut was speechless for a long time after being choked by the words "two pigs".

The tall, thin man's face stretched longer than a beach after the tide recedes.

But Wang Laoliu was carrying a short knife, and his fighting prowess was undeniable; they didn't dare utter a single word in his defense.

"Carry it up."

The two exchanged a glance and could only accept their fate.

The rope was already tied, and the two of them passed it over using a wooden stick.

"rise……"

"Damn, that must weigh at least 200 pounds!" the tall, thin man muttered under his breath.

"Enough talk, let's go."

The slope may look short going up, but carrying something up it is a completely different story.

The damp gravel was slippery underfoot, and the box was incredibly heavy. After walking less than ten meters, their arms were already starting to ache.

Lin Fan followed behind, his gun at his side, neither urging him nor speaking.

The man with the buzz cut walked in front, his back taut like an iron plate.

Although the gun wasn't pointed at him, he always felt like the muzzle was pressed against the back of his head.

He was really worried that Lin Fan had discovered something and would shoot him in the back of the head.

After seven or eight meters, the tall, thin man's breathing became completely erratic. "Stop, stop, stop, rest for two seconds."

The box landed heavily on the ground.

The two straightened up, put their hands on their knees, and gasped for breath.

Moving and stopping intermittently.

They rested four times over a distance of several tens of meters.

Each time he lifted the box again, his facial features contorted from the effort.

After nearly half an hour, the first box was finally delivered to the cave platform.

"Place it against the wall."

The box landed with a dull thud.

The two bodyguards straightened up, their eyes unconsciously sweeping around the cave: cubicles, smoked meat, buckets, and a woman.

Staying here and becoming a local tyrant seems like a good option.

Lin Fan's gaze fell upon him.

The two immediately looked away, shaking their aching wrists as they walked out. "We'll go get the second box now."

Going downhill requires less effort than going uphill, and the two figures seemed a little lighter.

Lin Fan turned and went into the cave.

He walked up to the box, used his thumb to pry open the metal buckles on both sides, and lifted it up.

The rubber ring peeled off with a soft click.

The first thing you see is a neatly stacked bottle of purified water.

The side was stuffed with high-energy compressed biscuits, vacuum-packed beef jerky, freeze-dried fruit, and many other high-end foods, and even a few cans of coffee.

The setup of a top-tier young master.

Lin Fan closed the lid, fastened the buckle, and walked back to the middle of the slope.

……

On the beach, the man with the buzz cut wanted to switch to another person, but it seemed the conversation wasn't going well, so he could only stubbornly stick his neck out.

This time, they tied ropes and started lifting.

The moving process resumed.

Strangely, the two of them didn't utter a single curse word throughout the entire trip.

All that nonsense disappeared when the first box was being carried; as they lifted the box on the beach, the man with the buzz cut pursed his lips tightly.

When they reached about a third of the way down the slope, the tall, thin man stepped on a loose, weathered rock.

The gravel tumbled down with a crash.

The tall, thin man lost his balance and fell forward, his knees hitting the stones hard.

The box fell forward.

With quick eyes and hands, the man with the buzz cut lunged forward, braced himself against the ground, and desperately pulled up the handle with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

"Be careful!"

The last syllable of that sentence sounded ethereal.

Based on his temper from the first time, he would have spat at him long ago.

But this time he didn't scold her, and he didn't even look up at Lin Fan.

The tall, thin man gritted his teeth and got up, not even bothering to brush the mud off his knees, and gripped the box again with both hands.

"well."

The two exerted force simultaneously, lifting the box off the ground.

After standing up, their pace not only didn't slow down, but actually more than doubled.

The boots sent pebbles flying as they trod, as if something was chasing them from behind.

And from beginning to end, not a single person looked back.

On the first trip, the crew-cut man would secretly glance back at the direction of the gun every ten or so steps, which was a normal person's instinct when facing the threat of weapons.

This time, the two of them kept their heads glued to the front, as if nailed to the back of their heads.

I dare not look back.

ten meters.

five meters.

Lin Fan's gaze froze.

This is very unusual.

Human physical exertion is a process of unidirectional decrease.

Half an hour ago, the first box was packed. These two people had the most energy, and they stopped and rested four times.

This is the second run. Looking at the same weight, after exhaustion, the speed should drop several times over, and the number of rests will only increase.

But apart from the time the tall, thin guy fell, he didn't take a single breath the whole time.

My cadence has doubled.

They remained silent throughout.

She didn't look back at him even once.

The crew-cut man's "Be careful" didn't sound like a complaint.

They seem to be worried about the box breaking open. What's the rush?

What are they afraid of being seen?

The moment the box landed on the cave platform, the crew-cut man's hands snapped off the handles.

The speed at which it retreated was faster than the speed at which it put down the box.

On Lin Fan's retina, a line of text appeared.

【warn:】