212: Chapter 212 Lin Fan, what's the point of you torturing me like this?

Wang Laoliu couldn't be bothered to respond.

"I'll bring him back to the cave first, and you guys carry the supplies over."

Lin Fan grabbed Yang Ningcong by the back of his collar, not giving him a chance to speak.

Yang Ningcong was dragged along, stumbling as loose gravel rolled under his feet.

He turned his head to glance at the beach.

Wang Laoliu stood in place, the three bodyguards stood like pillars near the wreckage, and Meng Tiantian shrank into the shadows with her head buried extremely low.

Not a single person moved.

In the past, whenever Yang Ningcong waved his hand, all these people would crowd around.

Now, they were worse than stray dogs.

Halfway up the slope, Yang Ningcong cursed in a low voice: "Useless trash, you're all fucking useless trash."

As soon as his voice fell, he received a kick to his lower back.

"Who are you cursing?"

Yang Ningcong almost fell to his knees and quickly corrected himself: "Cursing the few down there."

"Oh."

With another kick, Yang Ningcong was left speechless as Lin Fan's voice came from behind: "Walk faster."

Yang Ningcong shut his mouth.

When entering the cave, everyone's gazes swept over.

Song Ya looked at Yang Ningcong, then looked at Lin Fan, "What's wrong?"

"Exchange for two boxes of supplies first."

Lin Fan pressed Yang Ningcong to the ground, wrapping hemp rope around his ankles again, the knots tied extremely tight.

Yang Ningcong bared his teeth. "Lin Fan, do you find it interesting to toss me back and forth?"

"Quite interesting."

The knot tightened another circle.

Yang Ningcong gasped in pain, swallowing all his subsequent words back down.

Lin Fan looked up at Song Ya, "Keep an eye on him."

Song Ya nodded.

...

Below the slope.

Wang Laoliu had already had people drag the two waterproof boxes to the junction of the beach and the gravel.

Lin Fan walked to the middle section of the slope and stopped.

A pistol was drawn from his waist, muzzle pointing down, resting against the outside of his thigh.

His gaze fell downward.

"Carry it up."

Wang Laoliu waved at the two bodyguards.

The Short-haired Bodyguard didn't move. "Brother Liu, what if..."

"There are no ifs."

The Tall and Thin Guy made a bitter face: "Brother Liu, what if he detains us?"

Wang Laoliu patted his shoulder.

"What value do the two of you have to be detained?"

The Tall and Thin Guy was choked with speechlessness.

The Short-haired Bodyguard's face looked even worse.

"Hostages also depend on their quality." Wang Laoliu spoke with a hurtful realism, "Yang Ningcong is valuable, but the two of you have no value other than producing shit."

The Short-haired Bodyguard opened his mouth, finding no angle to refute.

Wang Laoliu looked up at Lin Fan on the slope, intentionally raising his voice a bit.

"This little brother only wants to stay here and be his local emperor, and won't let anyone disturb his good life."

"There are celebrities, presidents, doctors, water, and food in the cave, what is the point of detaining the two of you as well?"

He glanced at the two of them.

"Keeping two pigs by his side is of no use other than wasting extra food."

The Short-haired Bodyguard was choked by the words "two pigs" and couldn't recover for a long time.

The Tall and Thin Guy's face pulled longer than the beach after the tide receded.

But Wang Laoliu was holding a short knife in his hand, and his combat power was right there, so they didn't dare talk back a single word.

"Carry it up."

The two looked at each other and could only accept their fate.

The ropes were already tied, and the two passed a wooden stick through them.

"Lift..."

"Fuck, this is at least two hundred catties!" The Tall and Thin Guy cursed in a low voice.

"Cut the crap, move."

The slope looked close going up, but actually carrying things and walking was a completely different matter.

The damp gravel slipped the moment it was stepped on, and the boxes were extremely heavy.

Having walked less than ten meters, the arms of the two had already begun to ache.

Lin Fan followed behind, the pistol resting by his side, neither urging nor speaking.

The Short-haired Bodyguard walked in front, his back tensed like an iron plate.

Even though that gun wasn't aimed at him, he always felt that the muzzle was pressed right against the back of his head.

He was genuinely worried that Lin Fan had discovered something, and would then fire a shot into the back of his head.

Seven or eight meters later, the Tall and Thin Guy's breathing was completely disordered. "Stop, stop, stop, rest for two seconds."

The box landed heavily.

The two straightened their backs, hands supporting their knees, gasping heavily for breath.

Carry and stop, stop and carry.

A distance of dozens of meters, resting four times.

Every time they picked up the box again, their facial features twisted together from the exertion.

Taking nearly half an hour, the first box was finally delivered to the Karst Cave platform.

"Place it against the wall."

The box hit the ground with a muffled thud.

The two bodyguards straightened their backs, their gazes involuntarily sweeping a circle inside the cave: the compartment, cured meat, water buckets, women.

Staying here to be a local emperor also seemed like a pretty good choice.

Lin Fan's gaze pressed over.

The two immediately withdrew their gazes, shaking their aching wrists as they walked out, "We'll go carry the second box right now."

Going downhill saved more effort than going uphill, and the figures of the two looked a bit lighter.

Lin Fan turned around and entered the cave.

Walking in front of the box, his thumb flipped open the metal clasps on both sides and lifted it up.

The rubber ring peeled away, making a soft sound.

Coming into view was neatly stacked purified water.

Beside it were packed high-energy compressed biscuits, vacuum-packaged beef jerky, freeze-dried fruits, and many other high-end foods, and even a few cans of coffee.

A top-tier young master's configuration.

Lin Fan closed the lid, buckled the clasps tightly, and walked back to the middle section of the slope.

...

On the beach, the Short-haired Bodyguard wanted to switch with someone else to go up, but it seemed they talked rather unhappily, so he could only stiffen his neck and go up.

This time, they tied the rope and started carrying it immediately.

Transportation started again.

Strangely, on this trip, the two didn't curse a single word from beginning to end.

All those fucks and cut the crays from the first box had completely vanished.

While carrying the box on the beach, the Short-haired Bodyguard's mouth was pursed tightly shut.

Walking to one-third of the slope, the Tall and Thin Guy stepped on a loose weathered rock.

The gravel rolled down with a rustle.

The Tall and Thin Guy lost his balance, lunging forward with his whole body, his knees slamming solidly against the pebbles.

The box pitched forward.

The Short-haired Bodyguard was quick-witted and fast-handed, lunging forward with his foot planted on the ground, pulling the handle upwards with all his might, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

"Be careful!"

The ending of this sentence was drifting.

Judging by his temper on the first trip, he would have spat on him long ago.

But this time he didn't curse, nor did he even look up to look at Lin Fan.

The Tall and Thin Guy gritted his teeth and got up, not even patting the mud off his knees, his hands clasping the box again.

"Okay, okay."

The two exerted force simultaneously, and the box left the ground.

After standing up, their step frequency not only didn't slow down, but instead became more than twice as fast as before.

Their boots stepped on gravel, sending it flying everywhere, as if something was chasing behind them.

Moreover, from beginning to end, not a single person looked back.

On the first trip, every dozen steps or so, the Short-haired Bodyguard would secretly look back to glance at the direction of the muzzle; that was the instinct of a normal person facing a weapon threat.

On this trip, the backs of their heads were like they were nailed down, staring only straight ahead.

Not daring to look back.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Lin Fan's gaze froze.

It was too abnormal.

Human physical energy consumption is a one-way decreasing process.

For the first box half an hour ago, the two had the most abundant physical strength and rested four times while stopping and going.

Now it was the second trip, looking at the same weight, after physical exhaustion, their speed should decrease exponentially, and the number of rests should only increase, not decrease.

But right before his eyes, except for the fall the Tall and Thin Guy took, they didn't catch their breath even once the entire way.

Their step frequency was twice as fast.

They were silent the entire way.

They hadn't looked back at him even once.

The Short-haired Bodyguard's "Be careful" just now didn't sound like a complaint.

It sounded like they were afraid the box would break open. What were they rushing for?

What were they afraid of being seen?

The moment the box landed on the Karst Cave platform, the Short-haired Bodyguard's hands snapped away from the handles.

The speed of retreating was even faster than the speed of putting down the box.

And on Lin Fan's retina, a line of text emerged.

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