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

The sea breeze made the tattered canvas around the wreckage rustle.

Wang Laoliu did not respond.

He pulled his gaze away from Yang Ningcong's still-spread legs, bent down, and took the beacon with the flashing indicator light from Yang Ningcong's hand.

Further discussion is pointless.

Is it his job to reason with a sugar daddy?

He gets paid to do things, so running errands isn't difficult for him.

Once Wang Laoliu left, there were no outsiders left on this beach.

The women, who were just moments ago trembling like quails, have now regained their courage.

As long as they had their return tickets in Yang Shao's hands, it wouldn't matter to them even if ten more people died on the island.

A female internet celebrity wearing a tattered bikini approached Yang Ningcong and gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Young Master Yang, you've suffered a lot. Why don't you sit down for a while? Let me massage your shoulders?"

Yang Ningcong snorted and, with her help, walked to a slightly flat, rotten wooden plank and sat down.

The broken skin on my inner thigh is still burning painfully.

He gasped and adjusted his posture to be not too awkward.

Another female assistant quickly grabbed a bottle of water, carefully unscrewed the cap, and handed it over.

"Young Master Yang, have some water to soothe your throat."

He took the water bottle and took a big gulp.

Beside her, Meng Tiantian was slumped on the sand, ignored by everyone.

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

Yang Ningcong just made a very blunt statement. The other women are probably just happy to have one less competitor so they can get a bigger share of the compensation when they go back and divide it up.

Surrounded by the soft fragrance of women, Yang Ningcong was in a great mood.

Once the helicopter arrives, everything on the island will be completely over.

Lin Fan will become a local tyrant; only then will he truly be a local tyrant.

Less than half an hour.

"The watchdog is back," a sharp-eyed internet celebrity pointed to a dark figure in the distance on the beach.

Yang Ningcong raised his eyelids.

Wang Laoliu was carrying equipment and walking towards the wreckage.

"How long has it been?" The female assistant who had just handed him the water frowned. "He's so careless! Is the equipment even set up?"

In an attempt to make her presence known to Yang Ningcong, the bikini-clad internet celebrity stood up straight, crossed her arms, and struck a pose as if she were the most important maidservant in front of her master.

As soon as Wang Laoliu approached, she spoke directly.

"Wang Laoliu, do you even know the rules? We took the Yang family's money to do something for them, and you're just slacking off?"

Wang Laoliu stopped and glanced at her.

This glance was flat, devoid of any emotion.

The online influencer was unaware of the danger; instead, she saw it as a good opportunity to curry favor with Yang Ningcong.

She took a step closer, raising her voice several octaves.

"What are you looking at? You're just a lowly laborer, how dare you glare at me?"

"If you hadn't been such a good-for-nothing yesterday, would Young Master Yang have suffered so much? We asked you to climb a rock to send a signal, and you couldn't even stay still for a few minutes before rolling back. What, is the rock too hot for your feet?"

"Believe it or not, if Young Master Yang goes back to the mainland, one word from him can turn you into a beggar on the streets!"

The insults were extremely harsh, every word aimed at trampling on a man's self-esteem.

The internet celebrity was in the middle of her rant when she glanced at Yang Ningcong's expression out of the corner of her eye.

Seeing that Yang Ningcong did not stop her, she became even more confident and even reached out to poke Wang Laoliu's shoulder.

"Didn't you hear me? You filthy beggar..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Wang Laoliu raised his leg and kicked.

No building up power, no unnecessary movements, just simple and straightforward military combat techniques.

The sole of the shoe was positioned directly in the woman's abdomen.

That kick was incredibly powerful.

The internet celebrity didn't even have time to scream before she was sent flying two meters away and crashed into the sand.

She clutched her stomach, arched her back, and opened her mouth but could only gasp for breath, unable to catch her breath for a long time.

The women around were so frightened that they all backed away, their screams caught in their throats.

Yang Ningcong's eye twitched.

As the saying goes, "Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner."

What's more, this woman was doing her best to please him just a moment ago.

Wang Laoliu's kick wasn't aimed at the internet celebrity, but at Yang Ningcong's barely salvaged reputation.

"You fucking rebel!"

Yang Ningcong sprang up from the wooden board, grabbed a thick wooden stick from the side, and rushed to Wang Laoliu in a few steps.

Old grudges and new hatreds, coupled with the pent-up frustration from last night's defeat in the cave, all erupted at this moment.

"They eat my food, wear my clothes, and now they're beating up my people right in front of me!"

Yang Ningcong gritted his teeth, and with a whooshing sound, lashed the wooden stick in his hand hard at Wang Laoliu's shoulder.

Wang Laoliu did not dodge.

The wooden stick struck the deltoid muscle solidly, producing a dull thud.

Wang Laoliu didn't even flinch.

Yang Ningcong got even angrier. This nonchalant attitude of not fighting back and not caring at all was even more infuriating than a direct verbal exchange.

"Useless! Trash! What are you pretending to be, some tough guy?"

The second blow, the third blow.

Yang Ningcong started smashing things down without any rhyme or reason.

He fought haphazardly, relying entirely on venting his anger.

The wooden stick struck Wang Laoliu's back and arms, and sometimes even grazed his cheek.

Wang Laoliu just stood there.

In these kinds of jobs where you get paid to go overseas, it's common to encounter brainless employers.

In the circles of wealthy people in the Middle East, it's common to be whipped with a horsewhip.

He's always too lazy to retaliate unless his bottom line is crossed.

Let this spoiled brat vent his anger, then the work will be easier to do next.

This is professional ethics.

The stick broke in the middle on the fourth strike.

Half a log flew out, leaving Yang Ningcong with only a bare handle in his hand.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his palms were numb from the shock.

My legs were sore and aching, and a layer of white sweat appeared on my forehead.

On the other hand, Wang Laoliu, apart from a few gray stains on his t-shirt, didn't even lose his breathing rhythm.

Yang Ningcong threw the broken half of the wood in his hand to the ground and gasped for breath.

"What are you doing back here after you died?" He stared at Wang Laoliu. "I told you to set up the beacon, and you just run back here acting crazy?"

Wang Laoliu raised his hand and patted the sawdust off his shoulder.

He looked over Yang Ningcong's shoulder and gazed at the dark, imposing horizon in the distance.

The wind direction has changed.

Just moments ago there were only gusts of damp sea breeze, but now the wind carries an extremely distinct salty and fishy smell, along with a chill.

The clouds in the distance piled up in a very short time and were pushing overhead from the horizon.

The waves were at least half a meter higher than they were half an hour ago, crashing against the rocks with a dull thud.

"Young Master Yang, things are about to change."

Yang Ningcong paused for a moment, then looked up at the sky.

The sky overhead had indeed darkened considerably, but for the young master who had grown up in the city, a change in the weather was nothing more than a little rain; he could simply grab an umbrella and hide inside the villa.

"So what if it's raining?" Yang Ningcong said irritably. "Is the helicopter's rain protection just for show? I have plenty of money. They'll fly over even if it's raining knives!"

Whether the helicopter can fly is a matter for the rescue team, and that's something for outsiders to consider...