219: Chapter 219 Can't even handle an intern

Meng Tiantian calculated everything very meticulously.

As long as she established this persona of sacrificing herself to the tiger for the young master's sake.

After returning, even if Yang Ningcong no longer kept her as a mistress and despised her.

He would definitely still give her a substantial sum of money; after all, she had lost her purity for his sake.

Yang Ningcong lowered his head and looked at the woman on the ground.

If this were half a month ago, in that rooftop clubhouse in Shanghai, he might have casually pulled out a card and thrown it at her.

Back then, it was for the sake of saving face and acting cool.

But where was this? A Deserted Island in the Devils Triangle!

He, Young Master Yang, had just spent the entire night blowing in the sea breeze on a cliff dozens of meters high, and his neck was still faintly aching where a knife had been pressed against it.

Just ten minutes ago, in order to rip off that mud-stained piece of junk from his crotch, he had torn off a layer of skin and flesh along with some hair.

Right now, even standing straight and squeezing his legs together made him feel a burning pain.

And this woman was actually still sitting here putting on this kind of cheap melodrama with him?

"Have you acted enough?"

Yang Ningcong waved his arm and directly pushed Meng Tiantian away.

Meng Tiantian lost her balance and sat heavily into the sand pile.

Her crying abruptly stopped. The expression on Meng Tiantian's face froze, and with two teardrops hanging on her face, she blankly looked at the other person. "Young Master Yang... You..."

"Stop fucking disgusting me here." Yang Ningcong let out a cold snort, mercilessly exposing her true colors. "Do you really take yourself for a chaste and virtuous woman?"

"Running off to beg Wang Laoliu to save me? When you can't even protect yourself, would you care whether I live or die? It's not like I haven't seen how shrewd you usually are when asking me for bags and cars!"

Yang Ningcong pointed at her nose and started cursing.

"Do I care whether it was voluntary? Do I care whose clothes came off first? Do you really think I carry a ball on top of my shoulders and would believe whatever bullshit you feed me after fooling me with a couple of sentences?"

Meng Tiantian's face instantly turned pale, and her lips quivered as she tried to defend herself: "It's not like that, Young Master Yang. You have to believe me, I really was—"

"Shut up!" Yang Ningcong cursed unceremoniously, leaving her no room at all. "I already figured out the little tricks inside the bellies of women like you back when I was in my teens."

"In this desolate wilderness, it's understandable for you to find someone powerful to hug and a man with a knife to protect you."

"But don't fucking come play the virgin in front of me and expect me to be grateful to you!"

The surrounding internet celebrities and assistants didn't even dare to draw a loud breath.

Yang Ningcong coldly dropped his ultimatum, "I'm telling you responsibly, after we go back, you'll definitely have to get lost far away."

"Regardless of which of you couldn't control your lower body, once we get off the island, I never want to see either of you for the rest of my life."

Meng Tiantian slumped on the ground, her hands clutching the sand.

Once a sugar daddy from the past tore off his mask, he could be more ruthless than anyone else.

The women abandoned by Yang Ningcong were more numerous than the dead people on his family's genealogy, and that imaginary compensation money had completely gone down the drain.

Yang Ningcong had no patience left to deal with an exposed internet celebrity.

He turned his head, his gaze piercing toward Wang Laoliu.

Now that the beacon had been sent out, it was time to settle accounts.

Wang Laoliu was still by the wreckage, and there was still a pool of blood on the ground from not long ago.

Two bodyguards had died, which made Yang Ningcong feel even more furious inside.

"And you." Yang Ningcong strode forward.

The skin on the inner thigh that had been torn raw by the tape pulled with a raw, sharp pain.

He grinned in a grimace, shifting all his anger onto Wang Laoliu.

"What was your title in your company again? Gold Medal? Sharp Blade?"

Yang Ningcong's tone was sarcastic, "How much money do you take from the Yang Family a year, and we equipped you with tens of thousands of dollars worth of individual combat gear for the sea trip, and what was the result?"

Wang Laoliu stopped what he was doing, glanced at him, and didn't talk back.

In Yang Ningcong's eyes, this silence meant he was in the wrong.

"In the end, you couldn't even handle an intern who just graduated from college!"

Yang Ningcong raised his hand and pointed toward the top of the slope, spitting as he ranted, "How many shots did you fire yesterday? Two shots or three shots? They all fucking hit the sand! I spent so much money supporting you, is the gun in your hand used for starting a fire?"

A few meters away, several female assistants felt their scalps tingle listening to this.

Wang Laoliu was a ruthless character with a scar on the back of his hand; with Yang Ningcong pointing right at his nose and fiercely cursing him, weren't they afraid the other guy would flip out and turn hostile?

But Yang Ningcong wasn't afraid.

The PLB beacon in his hand, which kept flashing red and green indicator lights, was his source of confidence.

As long as the signal was sent out, the Yang Family's ships and helicopters would soon cover this sea area.

If Wang Laoliu dared to touch him at this critical juncture, when they got back, he would definitely be sunk into the Huangpu River to feed the turtles.

"The guy didn't even have any cover and was just standing on the beach, and you shot at a ghost! And your gun was even snatched away by that intern!"

Yang Ningcong cursed until he was hoarse, "Today, that bastard up top was pressing a crappy knife against me, what were you doing down below? You were sleeping with a woman! Why didn't you charge up and save me? Weren't you a mercenary? Is this what you call a top-tier mercenary?"

This accusation was barbed and sarcastic, degrading Wang Laoliu to a point where he wasn't even as good as a security guard at a village entrance.

"With your crappy standard, you wouldn't even be fit to be a gatekeeper in Africa."

Yang Ningcong sneered repeatedly, "After we go back, don't even think about getting a single penny of your final payment. I'm also going to use the Yang Family's connections to blacklist you across the entire industry, so you won't even be able to find a place to beg for food in Southeast Asia in the future."

The wind blew across the slope, but Wang Laoliu still didn't get angry.

Having spent years mingling in circles of licking blood off the blade, he had seen too many rich second-generation heirs swaggering around relying solely on their birth skills.

Rich people usually put on a polished human facade, but when a life-and-death crisis hit, their ugly faces were even worse than street punks.

Let him curse all he wants; it wouldn't lose him an ounce of flesh.

Getting angry with a brainless second-generation heir did not align with a mercenary's principle of efficiency.

"Young Master Yang's lesson is right." Wang Laoliu tucked his short blade back into the leather holster at his waist, "Yesterday was indeed my mistake; I didn't calculate the wind direction and humidity correctly."

His admission was extremely perfunctory, without even any intention of finding a decent excuse.

It was also impossible for Wang Laoliu to tell him that the intern was obviously someone with martial arts training.

He had definitely received professional training.

And it was precisely this perfunctory reply from Wang Laoliu that made Yang Ningcong feel like his fists were hitting a sponge, choking him and leaving him hanging halfway, just as he was about to curse him out with a few more harsh words.

Wang Laoliu spoke up first.

"Young Master Yang, this PLB signal transmission has an interval time; it only sends a positioning data packet every few minutes."

Wang Laoliu pointed at the beacon in Yang Ningcong's hand, his tone strictly businesslike, "The terrain here is low, backed against the rock wall, and satellite signals are easily blocked by the terrain. I still suggest that you go to a higher place near the reef cluster and fully deploy the antenna."

Given that it concerned his own life and whether he could successfully leave this damn island.

Yang Ningcong forcefully swallowed back a belly full of profanities, but goddammit, this top-tier mercenary's brain seemed unable to turn the corner.

The muscles on his face twitched as he stared at Wang Laoliu's face, "You mean to let me, the boss who pays, bear all these injuries and climb up to that pile of broken rocks myself to look for a signal?"

"Wang Laoliu, oh Wang Laoliu, was your brain kicked bad by a donkey, or were you played stupid by women?"