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

Lin Fan saw through his thoughts and said, "Don't worry, this gun can only be used to its fullest potential in your hands. I'm not stupid enough to attack you now."

"Oh... no, it means I won't lay a hand on you again."

After weighing the pros and cons, Wang Laoliu made a decision.

He reached for the short knife at his waist, flicked his wrist, and swung it toward the sandy side.

"Duh!"

He plunged the dagger deep into the sand, and after doing so, Wang Laoliu spread his hands out.

"Now, can you speak?"

Lin Fan turned around and nodded in satisfaction.

He stepped forward again, this time walking directly to within two meters of Wang Laoliu.

"The plan is simple..." Lin Fan lowered his voice.

After saying that, Wang Laoliu's gaze inadvertently swept towards the rock crevice not far away.

His eyes were filled with contempt and disgust.

Then, he turned back to look at Lin Fan, "He can't..."

"no?"

Lin Fan was somewhat surprised that Wang Laoliu had such professional ethics.

But he didn't care about the candidates at all, saying, "You choose yourself, I don't care."

"Anyway, that's the plan. The rest depends on whether your fire poker works."

Wang Laoliu did not object, which can be considered as acquiescing to the arrangement.

"How will the bullets be supplied?"

Lin Fan pointed to the path leading to the cave that was diagonally above.

"When I go up there, I'll put the bullets on that protruding rock."

"Come back up and get it after I've safely returned to the cave entrance."

Lin Fan looked at him and said, "Don't try anything funny. If you dare to try to climb the ladder beforehand, I'll consider the cooperation canceled."

Wang Laoliu sneered.

"You're quite careful."

"You only have one life. If you're not careful, you'll be nothing but bones now."

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he turned and left without looking back.

At the entrance of the platform.

Su Qingxue and Song Ya kept peering down from the edge, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Only when they saw Lin Fan climbing up safely did the two women relax their tense shoulders.

Song Ya let out a long breath, her eyes still red, and murmured, "Thank goodness... no fight broke out, and Lin Fan is alright too."

Su Qingxue didn't say anything, but watched Lin Fan's figure getting closer and closer, and secretly rubbed the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.

But as soon as Lin Fan climbed onto the platform and stood firm, she immediately put on that same air of superiority again.

"Still alive?" Su Qingxue sneered.

Lin Fan walked over. "What, Mr. Su, are you hoping I get killed by him so that no one will mention the desert island when we get back?"

"What a cunning scheme!"

Su Qingxue glared at him, her palms sweaty, the bullets burning hot from her grip.

She held out her hand. "Here you go. Don't leave it with me again."

Xu Zhixia, who was standing next to her, remained silent.

She stood in the corner, her gaze sweeping back and forth over Lin Fan, her expression extremely complex.

She could see everything clearly from up there.

This scene seems to be...

below.

Wang Laoliu kept a close eye on the movements above.

After confirming that Lin Fan had returned, he quickly scrambled up the slope and gripped the bullet in his hand.

He removed the magazine and loaded the last remaining bullet into it.

"Click".

The magazine is pushed into the chamber.

Wang Laoliu held the gun, his fingers stroking the stock, and looked up at the distant sea.

Antarctic ice walls?

Have we crossed the end of the world?

This kid talks a lot of nonsense, but what if he actually does?

What if we really can't go back?

……

The sun slowly sank below the horizon, and the sky quickly darkened.

The sea breeze blew in through the cracks in the rocks, carrying a cool, salty smell.

Deep inside the rock crevice, three women were still trembling.

An'an was so hungry that her stomach was cramping. She moved next to Yang Ningcong and poked his arm with her finger.

"Young Master Yang... why hasn't the rescue ship arrived yet?"

This is the umpteenth time she's asked this question.

"I'm so hungry, and it's so dark here. I'm afraid that snake will come back."

Yang Ningcong was sitting with his knees drawn up, lost in thought.

His mind was filled with the words Lin Fan had said outside.

Can't get out? Can't get back?

His money, his sports car, his villa, his woman—all gone.

Startled by An'an's prodding, Yang Ningcong shoved her away in annoyance.

"How the hell should I know!"

Yang Ningcong roared, realizing that these three women might be his only wealth in the future.

His tone softened, "Perhaps...perhaps the sea is rough, making the rescue difficult."

He swallowed hard, as if to comfort them, or perhaps to deceive himself.

"Don't worry, my dad has definitely sent the best helicopter to look for us. They might arrive tonight, or at least tomorrow."

Just then, Wang Laoliu returned from outside with some food.

"Sixth Brother, what did you find to eat? Give me some, I'm starving."

Wang Laoliu ignored him, his gaze falling directly on the three women, and pointed outside.

"Go and gather some dry firewood."

The three women were completely dumbfounded.

It was almost dark outside, and traces of Acheng and Lina's blood remained on the beach.

Should we go out to collect firewood at this time?

"No...I won't go!" An'an shook her head desperately. "There are snakes outside!"

Wang Laoliu took out the knife he always carried with him. "I don't want to say it a second time..."

The moment those words were spoken, the crevice in the rock fell silent.

An'an looked to Yang Ningcong for help, "Young Master Yang, can you talk to them for us..."

Yang Ningcong opened his mouth, about to speak and put on airs as an employer.

Wang Laoliu's gaze swept over them directly, devoid of any of his former respect, only filled with rage.

He immediately swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

The three women were desperate and had no choice but to grit their teeth, support each other, and walk out to pick up some dry branches from the edge of a nearby bush.

A fire was started.

I spent the first night in a state of constant anxiety.

the next day.

The sun rises as usual, and the sea breeze remains the same.

Yang Ningcong rushed to the beach and stared at the empty sea for a full two hours.

There was nothing but undulating waves.

There was no roar of helicopters, no whistles of cruise ships, and not even a fishing boat in sight.

The women continued to press Yang Ningcong about the rescue, but he remained silent.

Wang Laoliu's heart sank to the bottom.

Lin Fan was right; they really did plunge headlong into a ghost town that nobody knew about.

Day three.

Extreme hunger and dehydration began to destroy everyone's sanity.

Yang Ningcong was too exhausted to even curse anymore, and leaned against the rock wall, completely drained.

Relying on his previous experience in the jungle, Wang Laoliu went out during the day to catch a few rats and some unripe wild fruits and insects.

Fourth day.

The sun was blazing overhead.

The last vestige of hope for rescue was completely evaporated by the sun.

The lower classes seem to have experienced a complete collapse.

Wang Laoliu stood up and walked to the three women.

These three women were originally brought out by Yang Ningcong on the cruise ship. They were all good-looking, and even though they had become emaciated from hunger in the past few days, they still had their good looks.

The sixth brother reached out and grabbed An'an's hair, pulling her up.

"Ah!" An'an exclaimed in surprise.

"Stop playing dead, it's your turn today." The sixth brother used his other hand to tear open her already tattered dress.