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

"Then why don't you leave them both here!"

"You won't need manual labor anymore?"

Lin Fan smiled. "Labor?"

"Do they look like laborers to you?"

"Dr. Xu, you haven't heard the story of the farmer and the snake, have you?"

Xu Zhixia remained silent. Perhaps Lin Fan was right, but she needed time to process the cruel rules here.

on the beach.

In less than five minutes, the tall, thin man's convulsions stopped.

His pupils were completely unfocused, and only the wind blew the tattered hem of his clothes.

Wang Laoliu stood five meters away from the body.

His hand was clenched so tightly that the military knife was sweating.

From the moment the bodyguard struck him until he died, Wang Laoliu didn't move an inch.

He didn't check her pulse, nor did he tell Meng Tiantian, who was hiding to the side, to shut up.

He simply raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the long ramp and fixed on the platform at the top.

He hadn't expected this kid to be so ruthless.

But thinking about it carefully, if he hadn't been ruthless, he probably wouldn't be standing there now.

Inside the canvas shed.

The temperature was unusually hot and humid due to the cramped space, and the air was filled with the cloying smell of cheap perfume evaporating, as well as the dampness and saltiness brought in by the sea breeze.

Yang Ningcong leaned against a windbreak made of several broken wooden planks, his hands struggling to remove the duct tape stuck to his trouser legs.

The cube was firmly fixed in the most critical position with duct tape.

Lin Fan used a lot of force when he tied her up, layering the ropes tightly around her skin.

"Hold!"

Yang Ningcong lowered his voice and started cursing.

He used his fingernails to forcefully dig into the edge of the tape and tore it off without any regard for the consequences.

A tuft of hair at the base of his thigh was plucked out by the root.

The stinging pain made him break out in a cold sweat, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

But he swallowed his screams, afraid that the damned bodyguards and women outside would hear, and even more afraid of losing face.

This extreme sense of humiliation made him very unhappy.

It took a full ten minutes.

The cube, which had been wrapped in a black waterproof bag, was finally separated from its skin.

With a dull thud, it fell onto the sand.

As Yang Ningcong pulled up his pants, he kicked that thing with his toe in utter disgust.

What a piece of junk this is.

He crouched down and examined the canvas by the faint light filtering through the gaps.

Use your fingers to pry open the outermost layer of plastic film at the bag opening.

The inside was tightly wrapped with moisture-proof cloth and black tape, and only from the broken edges could one vaguely see a grayish-white blob that looked like hardened mud or putty.

It feels uneven in texture, with a somewhat heavy weight.

As for the electronic LCD display and the detonator wire connected to the metal tube, they were cleverly wrapped in the bottom layer, and could not be seen with the naked eye.

Yang Ningcong burst out laughing.

Is this the return gift that the intern was talking about?

A lump of mud? Or a piece of rotten meat?

A lowly intern who was barely given a second glance by the company became a local tyrant by sheer luck.

Wang Laoliu, a mercenary brute who does things for money, acts like a big shot with his two broken knives.

These two bumpkins are exchanging barbs on a deserted island, sending each other disgusting, self-righteous gifts to annoy the other.

Interestingly, they actually expected him, the eldest son of the Yang family, to be the deliveryman?

Who does Lin Fan think he is?

What is Wang Laoliu anyway?

We dare to let him run errands.

Yang Ningcong let out a disdainful sneer, raised his leg, aimed the toe of his shoe at the package on the ground, and flicked it hard.

The tightly wrapped unidentified object flew in a low parabola and landed in a blind spot behind the tattered sofa cushion.

It was a half-pit, covered haphazardly by a few pieces of blackened, smelly dried seaweed, which completely obscured it.

Delivering things? The Yang family simply doesn't have the gene for running errands for servants.

After getting rid of that unlucky thing, the maddening feeling of something stuck in my crotch finally disappeared, but it still felt a little itchy.

Yang Ningcong stretched his legs, regaining some of the poise and confidence befitting a young master from a wealthy family.

Just then, an extremely sharp scream suddenly came from outside.

"ah……!"

A high-pitched female voice pierced through the tattered canvas; the voice belonged to Meng Tiantian and several other women he had brought off the island.

Yang Ningcong was already furious, and this noise only fueled his anger.

He ripped open the half-fallen canvas curtain and stepped out of the shed.

Approaching the women, he asked, "Are there dead people? What's with all that wailing?"

"Young Master Yang, someone's really dead..."

"Young Master Yang, sob... I'm scared..."

Yang Ningcong squinted. At the junction of the pebbles and the sand, two people were lying down.

Or rather, two bodies that have lost their human form.

Two more bodyguards died, and only a few minutes have passed between the two incidents?

He tilted his head back and looked up along the long, gravel slope.

The ramp ended in complete emptiness; there wasn't a soul in sight along the edge of the platform.

Clearly, the intern never came down.

He stood at the very top and simply tossed the two people down like two bags of trash.

A chill ran from the soles of Yang Ningcong's feet to the back of his head.

He recalled that ten minutes earlier, he had been forced to walk in the same spot with a knife to his side.

If that intern had kicked me from behind back then...

Yang Ningcong swallowed a mouthful of extremely dry saliva.

However, this fear only lasted for a very short time.

After all, he had already witnessed Lin Fan shooting bodyguards with crossbows, and his psychological threshold had been forcibly raised.

No matter how gruesome their deaths were, they were still just two corpses.

No matter how crazy that lunatic was, he still managed to escape.

Moreover, this is a dog that the Yang family paid to hire.

Human life is like a mustard.

They receive tens of thousands of yuan every month, just so they can die for their masters in critical moments.

Now that they're dead, as long as Yang Ningcong is still alive, he can go back to the inland and give out some compensation, and that'll be the end of it.

This negligible deterrent was far less powerful than the desire to deprive him of his homecoming.

Yang Ningcong deliberately avoided the bloodstains on the ground, took a few more steps on the clean sand, and came to Wang Laoliu's side.

He held out his right hand. "Give me that safe, and I'll turn it on and send a signal right away."