208: Chapter 208 Stop, you must stop!

The slope looked narrower than last night.

Moisture surged up from below, and the gravel crunching underfoot made a creaking sound.

Lin Fan walked in the back.

Yang Ningcong walked in the front, limping.

He didn't dare run because a dagger was pressing against his lower back.

The tip of the blade separated by his clothes wasn't deep, but it was enough to make every step he took obedient.

The two of them walked halfway down.

The sea breeze suddenly picked up.

The wind poured through the rock crevices on both sides with a sharp whistling sound, tearing the movements on the beach to pieces.

Lin Fan stopped.

"Call out."

Yang Ningcong was stunned for a moment, "Call out to whom?"

"Wang Laoliu."

Yang Ningcong turned his head to glance at him, his expression somewhat complicated.

Yang Ningcong raised his voice.

"Laoliu!"

The wind tore the voice apart, and there was no response from the beach.

The canvas shed was still there, the campfire was extinguished, leaving only black ash.

Several bodyguards should have been guarding outside, but at this moment, only a single figure could be seen outside the shed, leaning against the hull wreckage, seemingly dozing off.

Yang Ningcong shouted again.

"Wang Laoliu!"

No one answered.

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes; this wasn't right.

A person like Wang Laoliu couldn't possibly sleep so deeply at this time.

He hadn't moved all night last night, and even less should he be unresponsive this morning.

Lin Fan pushed Yang Ningcong against the rock wall to the side.

"Keep going."

Yang Ningcong's shoulder collided with the stone, wincing in pain.

He turned back wanting to curse, but seeing Lin Fan's face, he swallowed the words back down.

He took a deep breath.

"Laoliu!"

"Wang Laoliu!"

"Where the fuck did you die off to!"

Each voice became shriller than the last.

Lin Fan didn't let him stop, and down below still there was no answer.

With only the sound of waves hitting the sand, Yang Ningcong's throat grew dry from shouting, and a fire ignited in his heart.

He looked toward the canvas shed.

Now a corner of the canvas shed was hanging down.

When the wind blew, the corner of the cloth lifted a bit and then fell back down.

Yang Ningcong had originally just glanced at it casually.

The next second, his entire body froze.

Behind the canvas shed, half of a woman's calf was exposed.

That string of fine gold chains on the leg, he recognized it.

The minor internet celebrity Meng Tiantian.

The one who stuck close to him taking videos on the deck before going out to sea, shouting, "Young Master Yang is the best."

Yang Ningcong's brain buzzed.

He stared at that piece of canvas.

The wind lifted it again.

This time, he saw a man's boots.

Military boots.

The uppers were worn very old, and the way the shoelaces were tied was also familiar.

Wang Laoliu's. Yang Ningcong's face flushed red little by little.

"Wang Laoliu!"

This shout was louder than all the previous ones.

The bodyguard leaning against the wreckage on the beach finally moved.

That bodyguard raised his head, saw two people standing in the middle section of the slope, was stunned for a moment, and then abruptly stood straight.

"Young Master Yang!"

This shout of his also called out the other two bodyguards.

The two popped up from behind the wreckage on the other side, holding short knives and iron bars, and upon seeing Yang Ningcong, rushed over quickly.

Lin Fan raised his hand, drew the pistol from his waist, and pressed the muzzle downward.

"Stand there."

Those three bodyguards below abruptly halted their footsteps, their boots stepping deep pits into the sandy ground, and didn't take another step forward.

There were dozens of meters from the middle section of the slope to the beach.

At this distance, Lin Fan might not necessarily hit accurately.

But no one wanted to risk their lives betting on whether his fifth shot would still be off.

These three bodyguards had followed Yang Ningcong for quite some time.

Usually, they took the fixed monthly salary issued by the Yang Family, with the five insurances and one fund being paid.

Following the young master out to sea to eat good food and drink spicy drinks, when things really happened, it was just blocking wine bottles at drinking parties.

Wang Laoliu was different from them.

This old fellow was an outsourced high-risk guard, a mercenary who had seen blood in the Middle East and Africa.

Early this morning when the sky was just turning a fish-belly white, the bodyguards hadn't even opened their eyes by the campfire yet when they heard the movement coming from that tattered canvas shed.

The sound wasn't loud, but with the sea breeze blowing across the beach and not even a single insect chirping, that rustling sound of the bed board shaking and the woman's suppressed voice could be heard clearly.

That was Meng Tiantian.

Before going out to sea on the yacht deck, this minor internet celebrity wore minimal-fabric bikinis every day, wore a pair of sunglasses that could block half her face, and even pinched an orchid finger gesture when handing them water.

A major livestreamer with millions of fans, kept by Yang Ningcong for tens of thousands of yuan a day, usually wouldn't even deign to give these bodyguards a straight look.

Hearing that sound in the morning, the three bodyguards squatted behind the wreckage smoking, their teeth almost grinding to pieces.

Sour water bubbled straight out, full of all sorts of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Why was it that everyone was on the Deserted Island, yet Wang Laoliu could pull Young Master Yang's woman into bed.

Now it was good; Yang Ningcong was standing right on the slope, half his face swollen high, witnessing with his own eyes that section of white leg with the small gold chain exposed outside the tent.

The Short-haired Bodyguard patted the sand off his hands and straightened his posture.

The sour air from the morning dissipated completely, leaving behind only the mindset of watching a good show.

Laoliu oh Laoliu, you rely on your ability to fight and don't treat us like human beings.

This time the rightful owner is watching from above, let's see how you'll clean this up.

Yang Ningcong's throat was about to bleed.

That chain was bought by him personally swiping his card, costing over eighty thousand, and at that time it was slipped onto Meng Tiantian's ankle.

Now that foot was unconsciously rubbing around outside the canvas, covered entirely in sand.

Utmost humiliation, even more aggravating than suffering Lin Fan's fists in the cave.

"Wang Laoliu!" Yang Ningcong screamed at the top of his lungs again, "Did you die inside!"

This shout pierced through the wind and sand, slamming directly onto the canvas shed.

Passing through that layer of tattered canvas, the space inside was extremely cramped.

Several picked-up rotten wooden boards were pieced together, covered with sofa cushions stripped from the yacht wreckage.

The smell of sweat, mixed with the already-evaporated and tasteless perfume scent on Meng Tiantian's body.

Meng Tiantian's long hair was extremely messy, stuck tightly to her cheeks and neck by sweat.

The cursing from outside drilled into her ears, and her whole body shuddered fiercely.

"Yang... Young Master Yang's voice."

Her voice was trembling, carrying a heavy crying tone. Her hands blindly pushed against the man on top of her.

Her fingernails dug into Wang Laoliu's hard pectoral muscles, not even leaving a red mark.

"Stop... Hurry up and stop!" Meng Tiantian panted rapidly, her gaze scanning in panic toward the gap at the outer edge of the canvas. "I saw Yang Ningcong!"