215: Chapter 215 Even when slaughtering a pig, you have to feed it for two days first.

Yang Ningcong opened his mouth, wanting to say something harsh.

But seeing the gun in Lin Fan's hand, he swallowed it all back down.

"... It's nothing."

He turned around, walking down with his legs clamped together.

When Yang Ningcong walked to the beach, the Short-haired Bodyguard rushed over.

"Young Master Yang! What's wrong with your legs?"

Yang Ningcong shoved him away.

"Don't touch me!"

The Short-haired Bodyguard's hand stopped in mid-air, feeling extremely awkward.

The Tall and Thin Guy followed behind, lowering his head to glance at Yang Ningcong's walking posture, then looking at the bulging part in his crotch, his expression drifting off on the spot.

Meanwhile, Yang Ningcong was still on the sand, with his hands still tied behind his back.

He gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck bulging one by one.

"What are you standing there frozen for? Untie me!"

The Short-haired Bodyguard snapped out of it and hurriedly untied the ropes.

The hemp rope had been soaked in seawater and tied extremely tight by Lin Fan, so the bodyguard spent a long time on it.

As soon as Yang Ningcong's hands were released, the blood rushed into his wrists, and the soreness and numbness almost made him curse out loud.

But he didn't curse.

The most important thing right now wasn't cursing, nor was it turning on that equipment, but rather that damn thing in his crotch.

Who knew what that pervert had put in there? If it were something poisonous that prevented him from being a man for the rest of his life, what would be the point of him going back?

As soon as his hands regained a bit of strength, he stood up with his legs clamped together, turned around, and ran towards the canvas shed.

He ran very awkwardly, and the Short-haired Bodyguard instinctively chased after him for two steps.

"Young Master Yang, slow down!"

"Get lost!"

Yang Ningcong turned back and cursed, "Whoever the fuck follows over, I'll dig out their eyeballs!"

The Short-haired Bodyguard's footsteps stopped.

The Tall and Thin Guy also stopped.

The two bodyguards stood on the sandy ground, watching Yang Ningcong crawl into that tattered canvas shed. He yanked the curtain down, almost pulling the wooden poles down with it.

Soon, Yang Ningcong's muffled, suppressed curses came from inside the shed.

"Lin Fan, you fucking pervert..."

"Just you wait until I get back..."

"Fuck, the tape is still wrapped so tight!"

The expressions of the three people outside were complicated.

What kind of situation was this?

That lunatic up there played things so wildly?

The Tall and Thin Guy didn't dare look much, but his mind couldn't help drifting off track.

There were so many women in the cave—celebrities, CEOs, doctors—and yet he still had his eyes on Young Master Yang?

Rich young masters had tender skin; could there really be a market for that?

The Short-haired Bodyguard saw it too.

The two exchanged a glance. When Young Master Yang went up earlier, although he was tied up and his posture was a bit ugly, his crotch was at least normal.

Now coming down, he was clamping his legs together, his crotch was bulging, and he bared his teeth every two steps he walked.

Coupled with that Lin Fan upstairs, a bunch of women in the cave, and yet he insisted on bringing Young Master Yang back alone to "have a few words."

There was only one truth: Yang Ningcong had been taken advantage of.

Wang Laoliu stood beside the wreckage, still holding a short knife in his hand with expressionless features.

He glanced at the slope.

Lin Fan was still standing in the middle section.

That gun wasn't raised, and his hand wasn't lifted either.

But standing there, he made these few people below not dare to move rashly.

Wang Laoliu didn't think much of Yang Ningcong crawling into the tent.

As a wealthy young master who had been tied up all night and tossed around so miserably, it was reasonable that he didn't want people to see his disheveled look when he came down.

As for the package Lin Fan had him bring down.

Wang Laoliu didn't see it.

Yang Ningcong ran too fast with his legs clamped, and his pants were loose. Separated by such a distance, he also thought Lin Fan had a psychological distortion.

After all, he had also seen quite a few wealthy young masters who lost interest in playing with women and specifically picked men.

On the slope, Lin Fan waited for a while. Seeing that Yang Ningcong didn't make the bodyguards grope his balls, he knew things were secure.

Just as he expected, he wouldn't casually let another man grope his balls either, let alone a wealthy young master like Yang Ningcong.

But the third box of supplies had not come up yet.

Standing high up, Lin Fan shouted out.

"The third box."

The sea breeze carried the three words down, and everyone on the beach heard them.

The Short-haired Bodyguard and the Tall and Thin Guy raised their heads at the same time.

Their faces turned bitter on the spot.

The first box, they were tired.

The second box, they were scared.

The third box, they really didn't want to go up.

Yang Ningcong had already come down; logically speaking, this job should be over.

That lunatic upstairs took two boxes of supplies and still had a gun in his hand. Who could guarantee he wouldn't flip out?

What was even more fatal was that the bomb was right in the cave.

They had carried it up with their own hands.

Over six hours sounded long, but who would dare treat a homemade detonator like an alarm clock?

What if it went off early?

What if the circuit board got damp?

What if that lunatic had nothing better to do and poked around inside the box?

The Short-haired Bodyguard's mind was filled with these unlucky images.

The Tall and Thin Guy was even more cowardly than him; his knees were still bleeding, and his trouser legs stuck to his flesh. He looked up at Lin Fan for a moment, then quickly retracted his gaze.

"Brother Liu."

The Short-haired Bodyguard didn't dare speak loudly, only moving half a step towards Wang Laoliu.

"The third box... we don't need to carry it up anymore, right!"

Wang Laoliu looked at him.

Biting the bullet, the Short-haired Bodyguard continued: "Young Master Yang has already come down, so there's no need for us to take that risk anymore."

The Tall and Thin Guy nodded hurriedly.

"Right, right. Brother Liu, the equipment is the key. Let's all stay here together."

Wang Laoliu didn't answer.

He looked toward the third waterproof box.

According to the agreement, the third box had to be sent up.

If not sent, Lin Fan would be suspicious.

More importantly, whether or not the third box was sent determined whether Lin Fan would peacefully stay in the cave.

Wang Laoliu didn't want any complications at this time.

He pulled the knife out from his waist, patting the blade tip against his palm.

"Lift."

The Short-haired Bodyguard's facial skin twitched.

"Brother Liu, are we really going up?"

Wang Laoliu walked up in front of him.

The distance was very close.

The Short-haired Bodyguard could smell the sweat and tobacco odor on him.

Wang Laoliu didn't curse or yell; he just pressed the tip of the knife against the bottom of the Short-haired Bodyguard's ribs.

"If you don't go up, I'll dig out your heart and liver right now to catch sharks..."

The Short-haired Bodyguard's throat moved.

Wang Laoliu looked at the Tall and Thin Guy again.

"Same for you."

The Tall and Thin Guy's face was drier than sand, and he completely shut his mouth.

The Short-haired Bodyguard didn't dare say anything more either.

Wang Laoliu put the short knife away, his tone unchanged.

"Go up, put the box down, and come right back down."

"That kid upstairs won't detain you. If he really wanted to detain you, he would have done it on the second trip."

The Short-haired Bodyguard cursed silently in his heart.

Not detaining them on the second trip didn't mean he wouldn't detain them on the third.

You still have to feed the pig for two days before slaughtering it.

But Wang Laoliu's knife was right beside him.

Lin Fan's gun was up above.

Death was at both ends.

The only difference was whether one died fast or slow.

The Short-haired Bodyguard and the Tall and Thin Guy stood in place for a few seconds, and finally walked towards the third waterproof box.

When the Tall and Thin Guy crouched down to tie the rope, his hands trembled so much that he failed to tie the knot securely twice, succeeding only on the third try.

The wooden pole passed through the loop, and the two lifted it one in front and one behind.

The gravel on the slope was trampled and rolled around wildly.

Lin Fan stood in the middle section without walking down.

This made the two bodyguards breathe a slight sigh of relief.

But it wasn't much of a relief.

When they passed by Lin Fan's side, the Short-haired Bodyguard didn't even dare glance sideways out of the corner of his eye.

The Tall and Thin Guy's breathing was severely disordered, and the injury on his knee hurt with every step he took, yet he didn't call to stop.

Their speed on this trip was about the same as the second trip.

Fast and quiet.

The third box was carried up to the platform.

"Little brother... where... where should we put it?"

The Short-haired Bodyguard spoke, his throat extremely dry.

Lin Fan pointed to the side of the first two boxes.

"Against the wall."

The two did as told.

The box landed.

They themselves knew there were no explosives in this box.

But the moment they put the box down, the two of them let go as if they had been scalded.

The Short-haired Bodyguard stepped back half a step, trying hard to appear normal.

"Well, little brother, the things have been delivered."

The Tall and Thin Guy chimed in quickly.

"Right, right, our mission is complete, we should go down now."

The two turned around and walked away, walking to the edge of the platform.

"Wait a minute."

Both of their legs uncontrollably began to tremble.