211: After Chapter 211, neither of them bothered the other.

Hearing this, Yang Ningcong shifted half a step forward.

The tip of the blade brushed against the fabric.

He stopped immediately.

Wang Laoliu narrowed his eyes. Instead of pretending not to understand Lin Fan, he laid his cards on the table, "What do you want?"

"Those three waterproof boxes on the beach."

Lin Fan said, "Except for the equipment in the safe, send all the remaining supplies up."

Wang Laoliu remained silent.

Lin Fan continued, "The equipment is for you to keep."

"Yang Ningcong goes down, opens the safe, and presses your PLB."

"You guys wait for rescue."

"I'll take the things back into the cave, and from now on, no one will interfere with anyone else."

Once he finished speaking, the beach fell silent for a moment.

The bodyguards looked at each other.

They all knew what was inside those three boxes.

Those boxes of supplies were the capital for the people below to survive.

Handing them all over was equivalent to cutting off their own flesh to feed the people above.

But the equipment was still there.

As long as Yang Ningcong's fingerprint could unlock it and the signal was sent out, rescue would come.

In their common sense, there was no suspense about this matter.

The Yang Family was not short of money.

Private satellites, search-and-rescue ships, helicopters, coast guard connections, and international rescue channels—any of these lines could be activated.

They were not people from the Su Family, so they didn't feel such a vivid terror regarding the matter of "five billion can't be found."

They were more willing to believe that the Su Family had looked in the wrong direction.

Or rather, in a desperate situation, a human's brain would automatically pick the comforting answer.

The signal is sent out, and rescue comes.

Going home, taking a bath, drinking alcohol.

These thoughts were much easier to swallow than magnetic fields, the Devils Triangle, or unknown shielding.

Wang Laoliu calculated it the same way.

He understood risks better than the bodyguards, but he understood the mission even better.

As long as Yang Ningcong was alive, the final payment would be delivered.

Once the PLB was turned on and the message was sent out, more than half of his duty would be fulfilled.

By then, even if Lin Fan occupied the cave, it wouldn't affect him getting his money.

As for the supplies? If they had to give them, they would give them.

That kid up there had a big star and a beautiful female CEO.

It was understandable if he didn't want to go back; staying here to be the lord of the island, where everything on the entire island was decided by him.

Thinking about it this way, it was indeed much more enjoyable than returning to civilized society.

Anxious, Yang Ningcong immediately shouted, "Old Liu, give it to him! Give him everything! What are a few boxes of junk worth? Once the signal is sent out, rescue will arrive immediately, and those things are useless to us."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three bodyguards below relaxed somewhat.

They finally didn't have to stay here; although working like beasts was everywhere, with Yang Ningcong having meat in the city, they could at least lick a bowl.

However, Wang Laoliu did not nod immediately.

He raised his hand to signal the bodyguards not to move randomly, walked forward two steps himself, and still stopped outside the safe distance.

"Little brother, you mean... you take the supplies and then let the person down?"

"Correct."

Wang Laoliu let out a chuckle, with little warmth in his smile.

"Do you take me for someone who has only been out working for a day?"

Lin Fan looked at him.

"Speak."

Wang Laoliu raised his chin and pointed at the slope.

"It is dozens of meters from here to the beach. You are standing on high ground, with a gun and a knife. If we carry the things halfway and you are not satisfied, you can shoot."

"Once all the things are up there, you can also refuse to let the person go."

"Even if you let him go, halfway there, you can still shoot him dead with one shot."

Hearing this, the hairs on the back of Yang Ningcong's neck stood on end.

He had just been dazzled by the vision of going home, but now Wang Laoliu's few words pulled him back to reality.

That is right.

That bastard Lin Fan was not a person who kept his word.

Yesterday, he even said he would tie him up until he died.

Today he says he is letting him go, who dares to guarantee it isn't a trick to get supplies?

Yang Ningcong turned his head to look at Lin Fan, his throat tightening.

"Brother Lin..."

These two words were shouted even more familiarly than last night.

"Don't listen to his nonsense instigation."

Lin Fan looked down at him.

Yang Ningcong immediately changed his tune, "Of course I believe you are not a little meatball, but Wang Laoliu doesn't believe it."

Lin Fan ignored him.

What Wang Laoliu said was not nonsense.

From a mercenary's perspective, it was completely normal for him to ask like this.

Trust was a luxury item here.

So luxurious that it shouldn't even be brought out to discuss.

"Then what do you want to do?" Lin Fan asked.

Wang Laoliu stared at him.

"Let Young Master Yang down first."

Lin Fan chuckled slightly.

"Are you taking me for a fool as well?"

Wang Laoliu wasn't angry either.

"Then let's each take a step back."

Lin Fan didn't pick up the conversation.

Wang Laoliu looked at Lin Fan, "You want three boxes of supplies, I can understand."

"High ground, water, women, guns, food. Your word is law here, no one checks your household registration, no one asks about your educational background. If you want to be a local emperor, this place is quite suitable."

Lin Fan tapped the back of the knife against Yang Ningcong's leg.

"Stop analyzing me."

Wang Laoliu nodded.

"Fine, no analysis."

He pointed at the three waterproof boxes over by the beach.

"I'll have two boxes moved to you first."

"As for the third box, when you send Young Master Yang down, my men will carry it up."

Lin Fan looked at him.

Wang Laoliu continued, "Don't say I'm ungenerous. I wouldn't dare gamble on giving you all three boxes."

"Giving you two boxes first is my sincerity."

"You release the person, and I give you the third box—that's the final payment."

"Little brother, this is already the biggest concession I can make."

"If you don't agree, then consider as if I said nothing."

"You detain the person, I guard the supplies, and we'll wear each other out."

He patted the short blade at his waist.

"I don't have a gun anymore, but I have a knife, men, and time. You aren't having an easy time in the cave either. You always have to sleep at night; for every day we delay going back, you'll spend a day on tenterhooks."

Lin Fan sneered; even now, they were still daydreaming about going back.

Wang Laoliu continued, "Dragging this out is unprofitable for anyone."

The slope fell quiet for a few seconds.

Lin Fan didn't rush to agree.

Wang Laoliu's plan sounded awkward, but it was viable.

Take two boxes first.

You release Young Master Yang, and then I'll have someone carry the third box up for you.

Lin Fan didn't care whether Yang Ningcong lived or died; what he cared about was getting those three boxes of supplies up into the cave.

As long as the first two boxes were in hand, even if something went wrong with the third box, he wouldn't suffer a loss.

As for Yang Ningcong.

A hostage who only knew how to eat, drink, and make fierce threats—his value had already been squeezed out almost completely.

Lin Fan looked at Wang Laoliu.

"Who moves the boxes?"

Wang Laoliu pointed at the two bodyguards.

"Them."

The faces of those two bodyguards collapsed on the spot.

The Short-haired Bodyguard shrank back a step.

The other Tall and Thin Guy was even more direct, half-cursing in his mouth before swallowing it back down.

They weren't stupid.

Going up the slope was easy, but coming down wouldn't be up to them anymore.

With Lin Fan standing there holding a gun, who could guarantee he wouldn't just detain them along the way?

Being a bodyguard for a wealthy young master didn't mean they were willing to risk their lives.

The Short-haired Bodyguard looked at Wang Laoliu.

"Brother Liu, this..."

Wang Laoliu turned his head.

"Scared?"

The Short-haired Bodyguard didn't say he was scared, nor did he say he wasn't.

Nowadays, saying the word 'scared' sounded bad.

But their calves wouldn't lie.

Wang Laoliu smiled, "Rest assured."

He raised his hand and pointed at Lin Fan, speaking in a tone just loud enough for Lin Fan to hear, "This little brother is more principled than Young Master Yang."

Hearing this on the slope, Yang Ningcong felt his anger flare up again.

"Wang Laoliu, whose side are you fucking on?"