121: Is Chapter 121 exciting enough?

He had crouched by the campfire rubbing his hands for half a month, holding back his cravings for half a month, and daydreaming for half a month, only to be met with a "nobody gets to touch them"?

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Zhang Tao felt like he was being played.

When Lin Fan had previously said "I'll hook you up with one too" and "I'll let you have some fun with something exciting," he had actually taken it seriously.

Every night lying awake tossing and turning in the Karst Cave, his mind was filled with all sorts of images—from Su Qingxue to Zhao Na to those few ordinary female employees, passing through his head one after another until he had almost exhausted all permutations and combinations.

And he, Zhang Tao, had none.

He had the impulse to strangle Lin Fan to death, but unfortunately he couldn't beat Lin Fan, otherwise he would have made him see why flowers are so red.

He opened his mouth and hesitated for about three seconds.

"Brother Fan."

Lin Fan glanced at him.

"What you said before, about getting me one..." Zhang Tao's voice was barely louder than a mosquito's. "Then now... if all those people down there die, and the women die too... where am I supposed to get one from?"

Lin Fan stared at him.

Zhang Tao's neck instinctively shrank back, preparing himself to be scolded or even take a severe beating.

But Lin Fan dropped a bombshell.

"It's good if they're dead."

Zhang Tao's neck stretched out again. "Huh?"

"Once the women down there die, they'll all be yours." Lin Fan's tone was casual and ordinary. "You can go to whoever you want, nobody's going to fight you for them."

Zhang Tao's jaw dropped open.

"Is this exciting enough?" Lin Fan asked rhetorically.

Zhang Tao's brain crashed; it took him a full five seconds to string Lin Fan's few sentences together.

Dead ones? Women...

They were all his.

His expression shifted from shock to blankness, and from blankness to a certain indescribable distortion.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice, and finally he flopped straight back onto his buttocks. The small pebbles underneath bruised him and made him bare his teeth in pain, but he couldn't care about the ache.

Zhou Kai pretended not to hear from the side, lowering his head to continue bundling firewood.

But his ears were pricked up high, and there was an extremely subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth—he generally didn't laugh unless he couldn't hold it in.

Liu Feifei froze for a beat, then quickly turned her face the other way.

She felt disgusted.

But what disgusted her even more was that, after the initial blankness, Zhang Tao's expression actually began to show a subtle sense of... acceptance.

It wasn't joy, nor was it excitement.

It was a numbness born from having one's bottom line crushed lower and lower, repeatedly by reality.

No share of the living, pick and choose among the dead.

Put a month ago, saying something like this would have made him vomit for three days.

But right now, he was on a cannibalistic Deserted Island, having seen corpses rot and breed maggots, having seen living people get their temples smashed open with stones, and having seen starved-crazy people crawling on the ground gnawing on raw meat until their mouths were covered in bloody froth.

Compared to all that, what Lin Fan mentioned didn't seem so unacceptable after all?

Lin Fan glanced at Zhang Tao and didn't continue the topic.

Among that group down below, the stupid ones made up the majority, but not all of them.

Anyone who could starve for twenty days on this island and not completely die off had at least some survival skills.

Idiots couldn't last past the first week; those who had managed to hold on until now either had a solid physical foundation or a working brain.

Take Wang Lan for example.

This woman never lost her composure from start to finish.

When others were howling from hunger and fighting over territory, she stayed silent in the corner, her eyes constantly darting around.

Right at this moment, by the campfire, Su Qingxue's fingers twitched.

Song Ya was the first to notice.

"President Su? President Su, can you hear me?"

Su Qingxue's eyelids trembled a few times, fine sand particles clinging to her eyelashes. She struggled to pry her eyes open into a slit, her pupils dilated and unable to focus.

After spinning dizzyingly for quite a while, she finally made out the rock wall overhead.

Not a rock fissure.

There was no firelight in the rock fissure, no floor mats paved with banana leaves, and certainly no one crouching beside her to wipe her face.

She was somewhere else.

"President Su, you're awake." Song Ya's voice carried uncontainable relief. "Have some water."

Su Qingxue didn't take the water immediately.

She was too weak.

Half a month of semi-starvation, plus being thrown twice just now, meant she couldn't even muster up the strength to sit up right now.

"You're safe." Song Ya brought the water bottle to her lips. "Lin Fan brought you up."

Su Qingxue's gaze finally focused.

She saw Song Ya first.

Song Ya was crouching beside her, gauze wrapped around her knees, her cheeks sunken, but her complexion was much better than she had imagined.

Compared to that half-dead, miserable look she had seen in the rock fissure last time, she was practically a different person.

Then her gaze swept past Song Ya and scanned her surroundings.

The Karst Cave, the campfire, a stone-built stove.

And a lot of supplies further back.

This was Lin Fan's territory.

Su Qingxue pieced together her memory of the last few minutes in her mind.

They were going to carve her up and eat her, Xiao Liang knocked her out, someone pinched her flesh, and then nothing.

As for the missing segment in the middle, she didn't need to guess—it was Lin Fan who got her out of the rock fissure.

How he did it, she didn't know, nor did it matter.

What mattered was that she was still alive.

Su Qingxue slowly turned her head.

Lin Fan was sitting on a stone three meters away, holding a water bottle and taking a sip, right as his gaze collided with hers.

The two of them locked eyes for less than a second.

What kind of person was Su Qingxue?

She had seen too many social situations in her life; what words should be said, when to say them, and what tone to use were things long carved into her bones.

Even after just being dragged back from the gates of hell, even while her whole body was still shaking, her brain was still calculating.

What she was calculating was how big of a favor she owed Lin Fan now, and how to repay it.

"Lin Fan."

Her throat was hoarse, but her articulation was very clear.

"Thank you."

Lin Fan didn't respond.

Su Qingxue propped herself up on her arms, and Song Ya hurriedly gave her a hand.

She pushed away Song Ya's hand, steadied herself, and straightened her spine.

Even with scratches on her face, even with her hair in a mess, even with her clothes dirty and torn, her posture sitting there was no different from when she sat on that leather executive chair on the top floor of the Shengtang headquarters building.

This was something ingrained in her bones; starving for twenty days couldn't starve it away.

"After we go back, your matter of killing people, including everything you've done on this island, I will handle it."

Su Qingxue's tone was very flat—not overflowing with gratitude, not thanking him profusely, but rather like a person accustomed to signing checks stating a price.

"You don't need to worry about the Su Family's legal team; my dad's connections in the political and legal systems are enough to wipe these matters clean from start to finish. Whether it's self-defense or necessity, as far as the law goes, I won't let you have any worries."

"This is what I owe you, and I will pay it back."

Finished speaking.

Crisp and decisive, without a single word of nonsense.

This was Su Qingxue's way of negotiating business—straight to the point, putting conditions on the table, and waiting for the other party to nod.

Lin Fan screwed the cap back on his water bottle.

He let out a chuckle.

Not the kind of laugh that found something funny, but the kind of laugh that said, "You really still think you're President Su."

"Su Qingxue."

Su Qingxue looked at Lin Fan...