209: Chapter 209 If I'm unhappy, he has to die.

Wang Laoliu had no intention of stopping at all.

"Are you crazy?"

Laoliu not only didn't stop, but his original breathing rhythm didn't even miss a single beat.

The rough patterns on the bottom of his military boots scraped against the cushion.

The sea breeze lifted a gap in the canvas tent, and the morning light from outside filtered in, illuminating Wang Laoliu's solid back muscles.

An old knife scar slanted all the way down from his left shoulder blade, constantly contracting and stretching with his movements.

The sand grains rubbed against the cushion, making a harsh sound.

Meng Tiantian was on the verge of a breakdown.

She went out to sea with Yang Ningcong to make a fortune.

Stranded on a Deserted Island, Yang Ningcong was dragged up to the Karst Cave above by that lunatic.

As an internet celebrity with no strength to truss a chicken, what could she do facing a mercenary?

But as luck would have it, Yang Ningcong was back.

What was the scale of the Yang Family? As long as they went back, not to mention blacklisting her, making it easy for her to lose her livelihood on the internet.

"Stop it, I beg you to stop." Meng Tiantian's tears mixed with sweat fell down, "He will be angry. If he finds out, when the rescue comes, the Yang Family will not let us off."

"So what if he sees?"

Wang Laoliu let out a hum from his nasal cavity and changed angles.

This man was as waveless as a stone.

"You're a bodyguard who takes money to do a job!" Meng Tiantian's voice trembled incoherently, "You're sleeping your employer's woman... After going back, you won't get your money, they will tell your company, they will break your legs..."

Wang Laoliu pinned her shoulder down with one hand.

He reached out and pinched Meng Tiantian's chin with considerable force, forcing her to raise her head.

In those mercenary eyes, there was not a trace of haze from venting, only sobriety and straightforwardness.

He was too clear about the current situation.

On the security company's contract, the remuneration for this trip was three million US dollars.

If Yang Ningcong died on this island, not only would he not get the final payment, but the security company, in order to appease the Yang Family's anger, could post bounty orders all over Southeast Asia.

Mixing in this industry, he understood the rules here best.

He wanted to keep Yang Ningcong alive.

But on this Deserted Island, the rules had changed.

It was no longer a matter of what the Yang Family could do to him, Wang Laoliu, but rather that if that good-for-nothing Yang Ningcong wanted to survive, he had to rely on him, Wang Laoliu.

That intern up there pointing a gun at them was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Occupying the high ground, having water and meat, and even figuring out the jungle rules of the Deserted Island.

If it weren't for him, Wang Laoliu, appearing in time, that intern would have already disposed of a burden like Yang Ningcong.

"The Yang Family?"

Wang Laoliu split his lips, revealing teeth stained yellow by smoke, and he lowered his head to get close to Meng Tiantian's ear.

"Little wench, is your brain soaked and ruined by seawater?"

"The rules of the game in civilized society don't work here. If Yang Ningcong wants to live now, he has to depend on me."

"If I'm unhappy, he has to die. If he dies, at worst I'll become a fugitive at large; we're all grasshoppers on the same rope now."

Wang Laoliu patted Meng Tiantian's cheek roughly.

"Do you believe that even if I take you right in front of him, he'll still obediently call me Brother Liu?"

Meng Tiantian completely froze.

Class in this isolated place had long been trampled to pieces by these savages holding knives and guns.

Yang Ningcong's temper of only throwing money at people was a joke here.

Outside, Yang Ningcong's cursing stopped, probably forced to shut his mouth by Lin Fan holding a knife.

Wang Laoliu paid no more attention to the commotion outside.

When executing high-risk missions, his nerves were tense year-round.

In such a desperate situation where even tomorrow's life and death were unknown, the most primitive instincts of human nature needed an outlet.

This little internet celebrity had tender skin and flesh, and on this island full of muddy fishy smell, she was a pretty good pastime.

Sweat dripped down Wang Laoliu's chin.

He leisurely pulled over a filthy jacket from the side, covering half of Meng Tiantian's exposed shoulder.

"On my mission orders, it is written clearly in black and white."

"To protect Yang Ningcong's personal safety, as long as I bring this young master back to the mainland safe and sound with a breath left, the Yang Family will have to pay me the final payment."

The rustling friction continued to echo in the cramped shed.

Wang Laoliu stared at the canvas at the top.

"The mission didn't say I couldn't play with the woman he brought out."

"Stop for a second!" The end of Meng Tiantian's words was trembling, tears mixed with sweat flowing down, and her whole body desperately shrank back, "Young Master Yang and that lunatic are right up there, and that lunatic has a gun and a knife in his hands! What if he loses patience waiting and stabs Yang Ningcong to death with one knife?"

In her mind, she repeatedly replayed the images of Lin Fan kicking people, firing his gun, and holding a knife to Yang Ningcong's neck.

"If Yang Ningcong dies, who will pay you the final payment? If Yang Ningcong dies, even if you go back it's a dead end, we'll all rot on this broken island!" Meng Tiantian pleaded hoarsely, keeping her voice low.

Wang Laoliu's movements didn't decrease by a fraction.

This man had licked blood in tropical rainforests and deserts all year round, and his muscles were as hard as stone, rising and falling rhythmically with his breathing.

Facing Meng Tiantian's crying and shouting, he didn't even mess up half a breath, only letting out a cold snort from his nasal cavity.

"Do you really think the intern holding a gun up there is a brainless fool?"

Wang Laoliu clasped Meng Tiantian's two wrists with one hand, flipped her over and pressed her onto the sofa cushion, with a force so great that it made people unable to resist.

Wang Laoliu leaned closer, the smell of tobacco and sweat in his mouth rushing towards Meng Tiantian's face, "If that kid really wanted to kill someone, when the person was in his hands last night, his neck would have already been broken. Would he need to drag a person over here early in the morning to catch the sea breeze?"

Meng Tiantian was pressed so hard she couldn't catch her breath, and the man in front of her didn't take her panic seriously at all.

In a mercenary's logic, survival chips were far more realistic than any employer's face.

Wang Laoliu freed one hand to pinch her cheek, forcing her to look up at the canvas roof, "Save your energy. A good-for-nothing like Yang Ningcong who knows nothing except how to be reincarnated relies entirely on the knife in my hand to prolong his life here."

In the middle section of the slope.

The sea breeze blew across the rock wall.

Lin Fan held the gun in one hand, the cold barrel resting against his waist, and the tip of the dagger held in his right hand was still pressed against the root of Yang Ningcong's thigh.

The three bodyguards below stood five or six meters away from the canvas shed, not a single person dared to speak up, nor did anyone go to lift that curtain.

These few people had their hands behind their backs, pretending not to hear.

The half of the white leg with a gold chain leaking from the canvas gap was still shaking.

Yang Ningcong couldn't stand straight, but his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

A normal man didn't need to get close; based on the shaking frequency of that broken wooden board, just looking at it with his eyes, he knew what was happening in the shed.

Lin Fan stood aside and waited for several minutes.

The shaking traces inside the canvas on the beach not only didn't stop, but instead became more intense.

He turned his head sideways and glanced at Yang Ningcong, who was shaking incessantly.

The back of the knife in Lin Fan's hand patted Yang Ningcong's thigh twice, "So this is the pomp of a wealthy young master."

Lin Fan spoke, "Being tied up with ropes and taking a beating up there, while the bodyguards you hired with your own money sleep with your woman down below."

Yang Ningcong's teeth clicked together, his eyes holding back until they were crimson, bloodshot veins crawling all over the whites of his eyes.

"In a civilized society, Young Master Yang, you command the wind and rain. Here, you're not even as good as a dog you bought yourself. Not only does he shit on your head, but he also makes you stand in a high place and watch him do it with your own eyes."