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

Meng Tiantian was very shrewd in her calculations.

As long as the character is established as someone who would sacrifice himself to feed a tiger for the young master.

Even after she returned, Yang Ningcong stopped supporting her and even looked down on her.

He will definitely give her a considerable amount of money, after all, she lost her innocence because of him.

Yang Ningcong looked down at the woman on the ground.

If this had happened two weeks ago, in that rooftop club in Shanghai, he might have just pulled out a card and thrown it at him.

Back then, it was about saving face and showing off.

But where is this? A deserted island in the Devil's Triangle!

Young Master Yang had just spent the entire night in the sea breeze on a cliff dozens of meters high, and the knife pressed against his neck was still throbbing slightly.

Just ten minutes ago, in order to tear off that muddy thing from my crotch, I peeled off a layer of hair, skin and flesh.

Now, even standing up straight with his legs clamped together feels like his legs are burning.

This woman is actually putting on this low-class, pathetic act with him.

"Have you had enough of acting?"

Yang Ningcong swung his arm and flung Meng Tiantian away.

Meng Tiantian lost her balance and landed hard on her bottom in the sand.

The crying stopped abruptly. Meng Tiantian's expression froze, two tears still clinging to her face as she stared blankly at the other person. "Young Master Yang...you..."

"Stop fucking disgusting me." Yang Ningcong scoffed coldly, mercilessly exposing her past. "Does she really think she's some kind of virtuous woman?"

"Go and beg Wang Laoliu to save me? You're barely able to save yourself, why would you care about my life or death? I've seen that shrewd way you always ask me for bags and cars!"

Yang Ningcong pointed at her nose and started cursing.

"I don't care if you did it voluntarily or not. I don't care who took their clothes off first. Do you really think I'm carrying a ball on my shoulder and you'll believe a few words you say?"

Meng Tiantian's face turned pale instantly, and her lips trembled as she tried to explain, "No, Young Master Yang, you have to believe me, I really did..."

"Shut up!" Yang Ningcong cursed without any politeness, leaving her no room for maneuver. "I've known all about women like you since I was a teenager."

"In this desolate wilderness, it's perfectly reasonable for you to find someone to cling to, or a man with a knife to protect you."

"But don't you fucking come up to me and act all virtuous, expecting me to be indebted to you!"

The female internet celebrities and their assistants around them didn't dare to breathe.

Yang Ningcong coldly issued an ultimatum, "I'm telling you responsibly, once you go back, you really have to get the hell out of here."

"No matter which of you two can't control your lower bodies, once you're off the island, I never want to see either of you again in my life."

Meng Tiantian slumped to the ground, clutching sand in her hands.

Once former benefactors turn their backs on you, they can be more ruthless than anyone else.

The number of women Yang Ningcong abandoned was more than the number of dead people in his family tree, and the imagined compensation money completely vanished.

Yang Ningcong simply didn't have the patience to deal with an internet celebrity whose reputation had been exposed.

He turned his head and stared at Wang Laoliu.

Now that the beacons have been sent out, it's time to settle accounts.

Wang Laoliu was still beside the wreckage, with a pool of blood on the ground from where it had been smashed not long ago.

The death of the two bodyguards made Yang Ningcong even angrier.

"And you too." Yang Ningcong strode forward.

The skin on my inner thigh that was torn by the tape was throbbing painfully.

He grinned, directing all his anger at Wang Laoliu.

"What's your title in your company again? Gold Medal? Sharp Knife?"

Yang Ningcong's tone was sarcastic, "How much money does the Yang family charge you every year? We provide you with tens of thousands of dollars worth of individual soldier equipment when you go to sea, and what's the result?"

Wang Laoliu stopped what he was doing, glanced at him, and didn't say anything back.

This silence, in Yang Ningcong's eyes, meant he was in the wrong.

"So you can't even handle a recent college graduate intern!"

Yang Ningcong pointed up the slope, spitting as he spoke, "How many shots did you fire yesterday? Two or three? All of them hit the sand! I spend so much money supporting you, and you're just using that gun for starting fires?"

A few meters away, several female assistants felt their scalps tingle.

Wang Laoliu is a ruthless character with knife scars on the back of his hands. Yang Ningcong is pointing his finger at him and cursing him like this. Isn't he afraid that Wang Laoliu will turn his back on him?

But Yang Ningcong was not afraid.

The PLB beacon in his hand, with its constantly flashing red and green indicator lights, is his source of confidence.

Once the signal is sent, the Yang family's ships and helicopters will soon be able to cover this sea area.

If Wang Laoliu dares to mess with him at this critical juncture, he'll definitely be drowned in the Huangpu River and fed to turtles when he gets back.

"They didn't even have any cover, they were just standing on the beach, and you fired at nothing! Plus, that intern snatched your gun!"

Yang Ningcong cursed at the top of his lungs, "What were you doing down there today, that bastard up there holding a broken knife to my head? Sleeping with a woman! Why didn't you rush up and save me! Weren't you a mercenary? Is this what you call a top-tier mercenary?"

These accusations were barbed and pointed, belittling Wang Laoliu to the point that he was even less capable than the village security guard.

"With your lousy skills, you wouldn't even be fit to be a gatekeeper in Africa."

Yang Ningcong sneered repeatedly, "After we go back, you won't get a single penny of the final payment. I'm also going to use the Yang family's connections to blacklist you from the entire industry, so you won't even be able to find a place to beg in Southeast Asia."

The wind blew across the slope, but Wang Laoliu remained unperturbed.

Having spent years in the cutthroat world of business, he had seen far too many spoiled brats who flaunted their privileged upbringing.

Rich people usually act all high and mighty, but when it comes to life and death, their true colors are even worse than those of street thugs.

You can curse all you want; it won't hurt you at all.

Arguing with a brainless rich kid is against the efficiency principle of mercenaries.

"Young Master Yang is right." Wang Laoliu put the dagger back into the leather sheath at his waist. "I did make a mistake yesterday; I didn't calculate the wind direction and humidity correctly."

The admission was extremely perfunctory, without even a decent excuse.

Wang Laoliu couldn't possibly tell him that the intern was clearly a trained fighter.

They have definitely received professional training.

It was Wang Laoliu's perfunctory answer that made Yang Ningcong feel like he was punching a sponge, choking him and leaving him speechless. He was about to hurl a few more harsh words at Wang Laoliu.

Wang Laoliu spoke first.

"Young Master Yang, the PLB signal transmission has an interval; it only sends a location data packet every few minutes."

Wang Laoliu pointed to the beacon in Yang Ningcong's hand and said in a businesslike tone, "The terrain here is low and backed by a rock wall, so the satellite signal is easily blocked by the terrain. I still suggest you go to a higher place near the reefs and fully extend the antenna."

It concerns my life and whether I can leave this wretched island safely.

Yang Ningcong swallowed back all the profanities he had in his mouth, but damn it, this top mercenary's brain seemed to be stuck.

His facial muscles twitched as he stared at Wang Laoliu's face. "You mean, you want me, the boss who's paying, to crawl up that pile of broken rocks myself, covered in injuries, to find a signal?"

"Wang Laoliu, Wang Laoliu, has your brain been kicked by a donkey, or has it been ruined by a woman?"