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

Lin Fan flicked his wrist and swung it forcefully.

"Whoosh~"

The diamond-encrusted luxury watch traced an extremely beautiful parabola in the air, flew more than ten meters away, and then fell cleanly into the murky seawater with a "plop," without even making a decent splash.

The air fell into a deathly silence.

Song Ya's smile froze instantly, her rosy lips parted slightly, and she stood frozen in place, her brain completely shut down.

Not far away, Wang Qiang and the others who had been watching this scene stared wide-eyed, their jaws nearly dropping to their feet, and they even spat out the red wine in their mouths.

"Holy crap! That's a Patek Philippe!"

"Has this kid gone mad?! He just threw away 300,000 like that?!"

"You're insane! You've definitely gone mad from some kind of shock! That's money! It's money!"

There was a chorus of curses.

In their view, Lin Fan's act of throwing away the watch was not just throwing away a watch, but also the dream they had pursued all their lives.

Song Ya snapped out of her daze, staring at Lin Fan in disbelief, tears instantly welling up in her eyes: "Lin Fan... what... what are you doing! I went through so much trouble for you..."

"That's garbage."

Lin Fan interrupted her sobbing, his voice cold and hard, "Here, it's not even worth a bottle of mineral water. Keeping it will only give you the illusion that you want to go back, and that illusion will kill you."

Looking at Song Ya's beautiful face streaked with tears, Lin Fan couldn't bring himself to be too heartless and added:

"If you want to live, don't pick up this kind of garbage. Pick up something edible and drinkable. Also, stay away from Wang Qiang and his gang."

After saying that, Lin Fan stopped looking at her, turned around, picked up the water tank, and strode up the mountain.

Song Ya was left standing alone in the wind, the sea breeze ruffling her skirt and stirring her heart.

She looked at that figure from behind, her hands empty, yet a strange feeling she had never experienced before welled up inside her.

Why has this man suddenly become so unfamiliar?

Seeing that Lin Fan had ruthlessly thrown away 300,000 yuan, the others desperately ran towards the direction of the watch.

……

Halfway up the mountain.

Lin Fan parted the dense vines, and a damp, cool smell wafted towards him.

This is a naturally formed cave with a narrow entrance, which is perfect for defending against wild animals—it's practically a natural fortress. Inside, the space is spacious, and the ground is relatively flat.

Lin Fan carefully placed the water and luncheon meat deep inside the cave.

"Not enough."

Lin Fan looked at the empty cave, and the sense of crisis that felt like a thorn in his back never dissipated.

Water is available, food is available, and shelter is available.

But he lacks one thing.

It's the same core tool that allows him to establish himself on this deserted island and makes Wang Qiang and his gang kneel down and speak to him.

arms!

Whether dealing with bloodthirsty beasts or the human heart, which is even more terrifying than beasts, going bare-handed is tantamount to suicide.

Lin Fan walked out of the cave, but instead of continuing to move supplies, he activated his omniscient vision and scanned the ruins below.

[Damaged life jacket: Loss of buoyancy, trash.]

[A broken golf club: made of carbon fiber; it might be useful for hitting a dog, but not so much for killing someone.]

[Half a champagne bottle: Made of glass, fragile, and a disposable item.]

A box of Durex condoms: barely usable.

My gaze kept shifting, filtering out countless pieces of junk information.

Sudden.

A flash of dark blue light burst forth from a crevice in a distant reef, startling Lin Fan's pupils.

[A diver's tactical leg pack: Caught in a crevice by a wave, it will be swept away by the next wave if not retrieved quickly.]

[Includes: One SOG Navy SEAL-grade tactical fixed blade (HRC58 hardness, extremely sharp, excellent for bleeding), one magnesium rod, and one tactical flashlight (battery at 50% charge).]

Lin Fan's heart started pounding; in this place, the feeling was even better than winning the lottery.

If food and water are the bare minimum for survival, then this knife is the dignity of survival! With it, on this island, he is the man at the top of the food chain!

He took a deep breath and looked around.

Wang Qiang and his team were still searching for the watch he had lost on the other side of the beach.

Lin Fan immediately rushed down.

He rushed to the edge of the reef and reached into the deep crevice.

My fingertips touched the rough nylon fabric.

Pull hard!

He pulled out a heavy black tactical leg pack.

Lin Fan didn't rush to open it. Instead, he quickly stuffed it into his clothes, wrapped it tightly in his tattered vest, and then casually picked up a few pieces of rotten wood, pretending to be collecting fuel, and slowly retreated to the edge of the woods.

Only when he was sure no one was watching did he hide behind a large tree and open his leg bag with trembling hands.

A jet-black dagger lay quietly inside.

The blade is long and slender, with a blood groove and serrations on the back.

Lin Fan gripped the knife handle.

A heavy, solid feeling spread throughout my body; it was an extension of power.

"Zheng—"

The sword was drawn from its sheath, its cold light gleaming.

Lin Fan casually waved his hand, and a branch as thick as a wrist snapped in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Nice knife!

With this thing, let alone Wang Qiang, Lin Fan is confident he can bleed a wild boar!

Besides the knife, the magnesium rod inside was an unexpected delight. In the wild, fire is civilization, hot food, and a barrier to ward off wild animals.

Lin Fan sheathed the dagger, concealed it close to his waist, and covered it with his clothes.

For the rest of the morning, Lin Fan traveled back and forth between the beach and the cave.

While others were arguing, he was moving things.

While others were grabbing, he was moving things.

While others were showing off the gold necklaces they had snatched, he was still moving them.

The sun showed no sign of setting, and the scorching sunlight baked the beach like an oven, distorting the air itself.

As afternoon approached, the temperature had already reached nearly forty degrees Celsius.

On the beach and in the sea, the previously excited crowd finally quieted down.

It wasn't because I was tired, but because I was thirsty.

"Damn...why is it so hot..."

Wang Qiang irritably loosened his tie, licked his chapped lips, and felt a burning thirst that spread from his throat to his stomach.

He subconsciously raised the mineral water bottle in his hand, only to find that he had unknowingly drunk all the liquid inside.

The red wine he just drank not only failed to quench his thirst, but the alcohol's dehydrating effect made his throat parched, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand.

His gaze involuntarily fell upon the figure carrying a bag, yet still looking energetic as he walked towards the woods.