107: Chapter 107 Danger: His Price

It's too miserable.

This woman was famously known as a pure, innocent little white flower in the company, and she would even feel sad for half a day upon seeing a stray cat hit by a car.

Two days ago, she was also the one sticking her neck out, demanding that everyone help each other.

But what was the result?

This group of colleagues personally peeled a layer of skin off her alive!

Her originally fair and delicate face was now half-swollen and completely deformed, with three or four cuts at the corners of her mouth covered in thick, blackened scabs.

The clean clothes on her body had long since become tattered rags, and her fair wrists and neck were densely covered in purplish-black rope burns and bruises left by violent dragging.

Looking at Song Ya's miserable state, which resembled a broken rag doll, Zhang Tao felt a chill run straight down his spine, and he couldn't help but swallow hard, feeling immensely glad in his heart that he had latched onto Lin Fan's thighs early on.

On this damned island, a saintly compassion is purely a death warrant!

Kindness without absolute violence backing it up is the cheapest consumable, not even worth a pack of instant noodles.

At this moment, Song Ya seemed to have heard some movement and laboriously lifted her eyelids a fraction.

Through the swollen and blurred gap, she saw Lin Fan sitting by the campfire.

There were no tears, no loud pleas for help, and not even a trace of resentment.

Those eyes, once clear and foolish, were now left with only a lifeless, ashen numbness.

"Brother Fan." Lao Li rubbed his hands and impatiently took half a step forward, "That group of people down there is just a bunch of ungrateful ingrates who don't know the rules at all! Look, the three of us risked our lives just to bring her up to you."

Da Zhang nodded frantically, his eyeballs glued tightly to the roasted meat and unable to move away at all, "Right, right, right, look at that noodle and meat... Can we eat a little first..."

"Alright." Lin Fan spat out a single word, his voice completely devoid of ripples.

Lao Li was overjoyed, thinking the deal had gone through.

Just as he wanted to step forward to pick up that jar of instant noodles, Lin Fan stood up.

Holding that pitch-black tactical dagger in his hand.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between him and Lao Li.

The sudden change happened too fast, so fast that it didn't even give the retina time to react.

The flattery was still hanging on Lao Li's face when Lin Fan swung his right arm.

The blade traced a crisp and neat half-arc in mid-air.

"Swish."

An extremely faint sound of flesh tearing.

The carotid artery was precisely slashed, and hot blood gushed out instantly, directly splashing all over Da Zhang's head and face next to him.

Lao Li covered his neck tightly with both hands, making a leaking "hissing" sound in his throat.

His eyes widened, and his whole body fell straight backward, crashing onto the rocks and twitching violently, a dark red pool of blood rapidly spreading along the crevices of the rocks.

Da Zhang was dumbfounded, the scalding liquid smeared across his eyes, and he instinctively wiped it, his hand full of blood and gore.

His brain hadn't yet processed the information of how Lao Li had suddenly collapsed.

Lin Fan didn't pause; holding the knife in a reverse grip, he lifted his knee and delivered a powerful, heavy front kick solidly onto Da Zhang's sternum.

Da Zhang's feet left the ground entirely as he flew backward through the air.

The edge of the platform was just a meter behind him.

Da Zhang was suspended in mid-air, waving his hands blindly twice, grabbing nothing but air.

A sense of weightlessness swept over his entire body, and he screamed as he tumbled down the steep cliff slope.

His body rolled along the rock face, and his head slammed against a protruding, sharp reef, producing a teeth-gritting crisp cracking sound.

Afterwards, he rolled all the way down to the beach at the bottom.

Below the cliff.

Inside the rock crevice, dozens of eyes were staring fixedly upward. Xiao Liang held a stone in his hand, his palms covered in sweat.

Suddenly, a figure plunged down from high above, accompanied by continuous impact sounds.

"Bang!"

Da Zhang's corpse smashed into a sandpit dozens of meters away from them, kicking up a burst of sand and dust.

His neck was bent at a bizarre angle, a large chunk of the back of his head was caved in, and dark red liquid mixed with white tissue rapidly seeped into the sand.

The beach was dead silent.

Chen Jian's legs went soft, sliding directly down the rock wall to sit on the ground, too panicked to even pick up his glasses that had dropped into the sand.

Wang Lan leaned against the wall with a pale face. Just as she had thought, Lin Fan had no intention of giving out supplies at all.

Everyone's breathing in the rock crevice stalled.

The last shred of wishful thinking in the bottom of their hearts was smashed to pieces by this shattered corpse.

Lin Fan didn't want to trade at all. What he wanted wasn't a transaction, but to watch them tear at each other in despair, and then casually crush the bugs that crawled up.

Cliff-top platform.

Zhou Kai and Zhang Tao shrank back in fright, their legs trembling disobediently.

The two of them had originally thought Lin Fan would at most detain the people and withhold food, never expecting that without even asking a question, he would slaughter two living people on the spot.

This attitude of treating human lives like blades of grass completely extinguished the little calculations at the bottom of Zhang Tao's heart.

Liu Feifei was still grabbing Song Ya's arm.

She completely stiffened all over, her eyeballs trembling as she looked at Lao Li, whose twitching was gradually stopping at her feet, and then glanced in the direction where Da Zhang had disappeared off the edge.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fan turned his head, and those temperatureless eyes locked onto her.

Liu Feifei's legs went soft, and she dropped directly to her knees.

Bringing Song Ya beside her down onto the rock as well.

"Don't kill me! Brother Fan! I beg you, don't kill me!"

Liu Feifei's voice completely cracked. She crawled forward like a madwoman, her palms pressing into the blood flowing from Lao Li and leaving two red marks, and her hands tightly clutching Lin Fan's trouser legs.

"I didn't beat her! I really didn't touch a single finger of Song Ya's!"

Liu Feifei's usual condescending baggage was crushed into dust by her survival instinct.

"They all did it! Chen Jian, Wang Lan, Xiao Liang... Those men down below wanted to trade her for food, so they beat her mercilessly! I was forced to follow them up! Brother Fan, I am different from them!"

She kowtowed desperately, her forehead hitting the rough stone, breaking the skin and causing blood to seep out.

Lin Fan looked down at Liu Feifei clutching his trouser legs and said nothing.

And Liu Feifei had originally wanted to come up and not go back, staying here to trade with the body she was so proud of.

But she hadn't expected Lin Fan to be so brutal.

The skin on her forehead had already broken from hitting the rough rock, and it streamed down mixed with sweat, dripping into Lao Li's pool of blood that hadn't yet cooled.

She was truly terrified; she had never seen a dead person in her life, let alone one dying right in front of her, with blood even dripping onto her body.

"Brother Fan, I really didn't touch Song Ya. You can ask her, ask her yourself!"

Those eyes that used to be radiant and charming in front of the camera were now bloodshot and dilated, leaving only the most primitive survival instinct.

Lin Fan lowered his eyes, the tactical dagger in his right hand still dripping blood, Lao Li's corpse lying beside his feet.

The wind was strong, and the firewood in the campfire crackled as it burned.

Lin Fan looked at Liu Feifei, running the numbers in his head.

The people on the beach were all hidden hazards.

Keeping that group of people around meant that sooner or later, someone would be ambushed while going down to pick up firewood; it was better to eradicate all future troubles once and for all.

As for the woman in front of him, regardless of whether she touched Song Ya or not, she had to die. This was to show the others the price of threatening Lin Fan.

Lin Fan tightened his grip on the knife handle and took a step forward.

"Wait!"