118: Chapter 118 Who wouldn't want a domineering CEO?

Besides, at the very beginning, the system clearly prompted that there was still hope of going back.

As long as there is a probability, one must leave a backup plan.

If Su Qingxue goes back alive, Su Zhenbang's resources and Shengtang Group's legal team—these things are worthless on the island, but back in civilized society, every single one of them can cost a life or save a life.

Keeping Su Qingxue means feeding one more mouth, counted in Song Ya's share; in case they really go back one day, Su Qingxue would be his immunity talisman.

The Su Family's network of connections could wipe everything clean.

The pros and cons were clear at a glance.

Moreover, with Liu Feifei, Zhou Kai worked three times harder than before; the number of firewood bundles he carried never fell short by even one, and he never dozed off once while keeping watch.

A man with a woman and a man without a woman are completely two different species.

He, Lin Fan, acting as "King" on this island, in the end didn't even have someone to warm his feet by the pillow?

How could that be allowed?

Lin Fan's mind flashed with that magazine cover.

A white custom suit, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with the entire city's skyline as the background.

And those tender, white legs, and the perky hips... just thinking about it was thrilling...

Who wouldn't want to have an overbearing CEO?

Keeping Su Qingxue alive is his insurance policy for returning to civilized society.

Keeping Su Qingxue alive is yet another chip of his on the island.

Lin Fan did not answer Song Ya, and turned to walk deep into the Karst Cave.

On the stone slab deep inside the Karst Cave, several layers of banana leaves covered a wild boar underneath.

It was hunted yesterday evening.

That giant snake had just swallowed a corpse three days ago; according to the pattern figured out over the past half month, it wouldn't come out to move around for at least three days after feeding.

When the snake didn't move, other animals ran out. Wild boars, lizards, and unknown rodents all emerged from the deep mountains to forage.

He squatted with a crossbow for two hours and bagged this one.

Weighing over forty catties, it was enough for the people on the platform to eat for a week.

Lin Fan squatted beside this pile of meat; if he wanted to send meat to the people below, he needed an excuse, and now Su Qingxue was that excuse.

Lin Fan stood up and walked out of the Karst Cave.

Song Ya was still standing in her original position, not moving an inch.

Seeing him come out, her lips moved, but she didn't speak.

Everything that needed to be said had already been said by her just now; Lin Fan didn't look at her, walking straight to the edge of the platform and taking a glance down the cliff first.

The movement coming from the direction of the rock crevice was even louder than before.

The sound of metal scraping against stone was piercing.

Someone was sharpening something.

Time was running out.

"Zhang Tao."

"Brother Fan!"

"Come over."

Zhang Tao trotted over, "Do you still remember those few plants I kicked and showed you the last time we went into the forest?"

Zhang Tao blinked; he remembered the trip into the forest last time, where Lin Fan kicked several different plants and told him which ones were poisonous and which ones were edible.

At that time, he didn't take it too much to heart, busy secretly peeking at Liu Feifei.

"Which... which plants?"

"Oleander, the ones with long leaves and pink flowers."

"Oh oh oh, in that forest to the south, right..."

"Go get a handful of leaves back, stems too, the more the better."

Lin Fan paused, "And Pokeweed, the roots are the most poisonous. If you can't dig them up, just pull all the stems and leaves above ground."

"After you get the stuff back, you process it."

"Take out the entire pig inside the Karst Cave. Throw the oleander leaves and stems into the stone mortar to pound them and squeeze out the juice; do the same for the pokeweed. Mix the two juices together and evenly smear them into the pork."

Worried that the dosage wouldn't be enough, Lin Fan slashed a few cuts in the thick parts of the pork and instructed Zhang Tao to smear the poisonous juice into those places as well.

Zhang Tao's Adam's apple bobbed.

He wasn't very smart, but he wasn't completely stupid either.

"Brother Fan, this is to..."

Lin Fan glanced at him.

That glance had no warmth, and the second half of Zhang Tao's words automatically shrank back.

Don't ask what shouldn't be asked—this principle was the first lesson he learned on the island.

"After processing, wait for my signal. When I call out to you from below, you send the meat down."

"Understood, Brother Fan."

Movement came from above the Karst Cave.

Zhou Kai was carrying two bundles of firewood back from behind the gravel slope, with Liu Feifei following closely behind, her hair even messier than when they went out.

"Zhou Kai, you're back just in time. Guard this place and don't leave the platform."

As soon as Zhou Kai heard this tone, he knew something was up and immediately straightened his back.

"Understood, Brother Fan, you can rest easy."

Lin Fan nodded and said nothing more.

He walked to the entrance of the gravel road, and Song Ya looked at his back and spoke, "Lin Fan, be careful yourself."

Song Ya's hands were clenched tightly; she was genuinely worried that Lin Fan would be in danger, but she even more could not watch Su Qingxue be eaten by them.

Lin Fan didn't respond.

Turning around, he walked down along the barely walkable gravel path on the side of the cliff wall.

When he was close to the bottom, Lin Fan slowed his pace.

The sounds coming from the rock crevice became clearer.

Metal scraping against stone, screeching and scraping.

Someone was sharpening a knife.

No, not a knife, it was sheet metal.

Lin Fan bypassed the last protruding rock, and the entrance of the rock crevice appeared before his eyes.

He saw everything.

Xiao Liang was squatting on the ground, gripping a piece of sheet metal in his hand, probably snapped off from some metal wreckage, one end already ground into a sharp edge on a stone.

Rough, but enough to cut through skin and flesh.

Su Qingxue was lying on the ground, not knowing whether she had been knocked unconscious or frightened unconscious.

Xiao Liang held the sharpened sheet metal, groping around for the flesh on Su Qingxue's body.

Where to make the cut.

Another four or five standing male employees surrounded them.

No one spoke, and no one stopped them.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Su Qingxue's arm.

"Liang Changhong."

Everyone's actions froze.

The sheet metal in Xiao Liang's hand stopped three centimeters above Su Qingxue's arm.

He turned his head.

Seeing Lin Fan standing at the entrance of the rock crevice, against the light, holding that shovel in his hand.

The entire rock crevice fell silent for two seconds.

Then their mentality collapsed.

It wasn't the chaos of a pot boiling over, but a collective panic.

In the past half month, it wasn't that this group of people hadn't had contact with Lin Fan.

To be precise, it was unilateral.

Someone had tried to climb up the cliff and was smashed down by stones.

Someone called out begging to be taken in, but got no response.

Someone tried to detour via another route to defect, but was also rejected.

People time and again tried various ways to get onto the platform.

Some begged on their knees, some swore oaths that they had never touched Song Ya before, and some offered conditions saying they were willing to serve like beasts of burden.

Lin Fan's answer was always only one...