192: Chapter 192 Where is Su Qingxue?

He motioned with his chin toward the direction of the bodyguards.

Short-haired Bodyguard and the others hurriedly nodded like a pestle pounding garlic.

Although they might not truly understand the details, at this critical juncture, whatever Young Master Yang said, they nodded to.

Lin Fan pulled the knife away a bit from Yang Ningcong's neck.

Lin Fan's gaze fell back onto Xu Zhixia.

An annual salary of three million, studying abroad, and having intersections with Su Qingxue.

If it were true, this woman was worth more than all the bodyguards on the beach combined.

A doctor was the only irreplaceable resource on this Deserted Island.

Lin Fan thought of Zhou Kai.

Zhou Kai was still lying up there in the Karst Cave.

His wounds needed professional treatment, a hundred times more serious than that minor scrape on Yang Ningcong's neck.

There was also Song Ya, Su Qingxue, and himself.

On this island, getting injured was only a matter of time.

Every exploration of the woods, every conflict with people, and every response to unknown threats could bring new trauma.

Without a doctor, minor injuries would turn into severe injuries, and severe injuries would turn into dead people.

Zhou Kai was currently one of the few usable people he had.

A doctor who studied abroad had a long-term strategic value that even exceeded that sniper rifle.

A gun could only solve the immediate enemy.

A doctor could keep his people alive longer.

But all of this had a premise: this woman was truly a doctor, not the second hidden chess piece planted by the Yang Family.

He would ask Su Qingxue after going up.

If Su Qingxue knew her, then at least this layer of identity could be confirmed.

Lin Fan made a decision. "Come here."

Lin Fan said two words to Xu Zhixia.

Xu Zhixia glanced at him, and then she moved.

Her feet were bound by ropes, unable to take a step.

She slightly bent her knees, pushed off the ground with her toes, and hopped forward a step.

Just with this movement.

The buttons on the front of her shirt strained inward, the gap between the third and fourth buttons was abruptly pulled wider, and the edge of the white lining inside and a deeply sunken curve flashed by.

When landing, her body leaned slightly forward, and her knees bent for a moment to steady her center of gravity.

The outline inside her shirt swayed several times before stopping.

Lin Fan withdrew his gaze from her.

This wasn't something he should be looking at right now.

Lin Fan quickly squatted down, holding the dagger against the outside of Xu Zhixia's ankle with the blade facing upward, and cut the rope in two strokes.

As the hemp rope loosened, a circle of purplish-red rope marks on her ankle was exposed.

"Walk in front."

Xu Zhixia didn't waste words, raising her foot and walking away.

Barefoot on the gravel and wet sand, her pace was abnormally steady.

Normally, after being tied up for so long, one's ankles would be congested and numb, and the first few steps when standing up would be weak and wobbly.

She didn't. When landing, she controlled her center of gravity very well; the soles of her feet touched the ground first, followed by her heels. Her speed was not fast, but every step was planted firmly.

Lin Fan pushed Yang Ningcong forward.

This young master's feet were still bound, so his legs could only take small, shuffling steps.

The slower Yang Ningcong walked now, the less possibility there was of him escaping.

He switched the dagger to his left hand, felt for the pistol from his waist with his right hand, pointed the muzzle downward, and glanced back behind him.

On the beach, the three bodyguards were still lying in the mud.

Those women shrank behind the wreckage of the ship's planks, two of them crying, and the rest burying their faces in their arms.

In the direction of the woods, it was quiet behind the broken logs.

Wang Laoliu didn't chase.

Lin Fan didn't expect him to give up.

That kind of person wouldn't just admit defeat because his gun was confiscated.

But at least for a short time, he wouldn't rashly rush out.

With Yang Ningcong in Lin Fan's hands, Wang Laoliu was just a chained dog; as long as the chain didn't break, he could only squat in the woods and stare helplessly.

The three of them climbed up along the slope.

Yang Ningcong walked two steps and rested one. The bloodstain on his neck had already formed a dark red scab. After the muddy water dried, the wretchedness on his face became even more prominent.

His crotch was still wet. When the sea breeze blew, the insides of his thighs felt chilly.

"Master Lin, can you loosen the rope on my feet as well?"

"No."

"I really won't run."

Lin Fan ignored him.

Yang Ningcong shuffled forward another two steps, the gravel grinding against the soles of his feet with a burning pain.

"Then can you find me a pair of shoes?"

"Shut up."

Yang Ningcong shut his mouth.

Xu Zhixia walked at the very front, stepping barefoot over the gravel and broken branches on the slope without slowing her pace.

She didn't look back at Lin Fan, nor did she look back at Yang Ningcong.

At the turn of the slope, half of the sunlight was blocked by the rock mass above.

Walking another thirty-odd meters up, the terrain leveled out a bit. The entrance of the Karst Cave was right ahead, a pitch-black opening.

Lin Fan hadn't reached the cave entrance yet.

A figure rushed out from inside.

Song Ya ran in a great hurry, her shoe soles slipping on the gravel, her body swaying forward and almost falling over.

After stabilizing herself, she didn't stop, bumping straight toward Lin Fan.

Her two hands grabbed his arms.

"Lin Fan, are you alright?"

Song Ya's hands were shaking, and Lin Fan lowered his head to look at her.

There were traces of crying on Song Ya's face, and the rims of her eyes were red, but she wasn't crying right now.

"I'm fine."

"The guns fired so many times."

"After Liu Feifei and I climbed up, we heard several more sounds. I wanted to go down to find you, but Liu Feifei stopped me."

"She was right to stop you."

Song Ya didn't speak; the fingers clenching Lin Fan's wrists slowly loosened a bit.

At this moment, she noticed that there were two other people behind Lin Fan.

Yang Ningcong, she had seen him before.

There was blood on his neck, a large patch of his pants was wet, and his whole body was standing unsteadily.

The other woman, she had never seen before.

White shirt, barefoot, hair soaked through and clinging to her cheeks and neck.

Her facial features were cold. Standing there, she neither looked at her nor at Lin Fan, her gaze sweeping around the Karst Cave entrance.

Xu Zhixia spoke up.

"Where is Su Qingxue?"

Song Ya was stunned for a moment; she glanced at Xu Zhixia, then looked at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan nodded, signaling to answer her, "President Su is inside."

Song Ya said, "She had just fallen asleep when I came up."

She paused for a moment, looking at Xu Zhixia, "Do you know her?"

Xu Zhixia didn't answer Song Ya's question.

Her gaze withdrew from the cave entrance and fell onto Lin Fan.

"I need to check her condition first."

"No rush." Lin Fan blocked the cave entrance.

He turned his head to look at Liu Feifei.

Liu Feifei poked half her body out of the Karst Cave, her complexion still not having recovered.

She had waited on the slope for God knows how long, and in her mind, she had probably replayed the scene of Lin Fan being riddled with bullets and the beach turning into a slaughterhouse countless times.

Now seeing that both Lin Fan and Yang Ningcong were still alive, she let out a long sigh of relief.

As long as Yang Ningcong was alive, he could go back; as long as Lin Fan was alive, her safety on the Deserted Island was guaranteed.

"Liu Feifei."

Liu Feifei raised her head.

"You and Song Ya watch him." Lin Fan pushed Yang Ningcong forward a step.

Yang Ningcong almost fell, but was supported by a reaching hand from Song Ya.

"Just watch him." Lin Fan added another sentence, "If he yells, stuff his mouth with a rag."

Yang Ningcong opened his mouth, and sensibly closed it.

Liu Feifei dragged her legs over and stood on the left and right next to Yang Ningcong along with Song Ya.

This young master dejectedly squatted on a rock, looking utterly wretched.

Lin Fan tucked the pistol back into his waist, unslung the sniper rifle from his shoulder, and leaned it against the rock wall.

Then he turned to Xu Zhixia.

Xu Zhixia stood on the platform outside the cave entrance, and the light coming from the side clearly outlined her entire figure.

The wet shirt had dried a bit, but the position of those buttons on the front was still taut.

Lin Fan walked up in front of her...