220: Chapter 220 You want to rebel?

The sea breeze blew the tattered canvas around the wreckage into a rustling sound.

Wang Laoliu didn't answer.

He withdrew his gaze from Yang Ningcong's still-spread legs, bent down, and took the beacon with its flashing indicator light from Yang Ningcong's hand.

Words were useless.

Reasoning with a financial backer wasn't his job.

He took money to get things done, and running errands wasn't very difficult.

Once Wang Laoliu left, there were no outsiders left on this beach.

The few women who had been scared like quails just moments ago now had all their courage back.

For them, as long as the return ticket was in Young Master Yang's hands, it wouldn't matter if another ten people died on this island.

A female internet celebrity wearing a tattered bikini came up, resting her hand lightly on Yang Ningcong's shoulder.

"Young Master Yang, you've suffered. Why don't you sit down for a while? Shall I massage your shoulders?"

Yang Ningcong let out a hum, allowed her to support him, and walked over to sit on a slightly flat piece of rotten wood nearby.

The chafed skin on the inner side of his thighs was still burning with pain.

He drew in a sharp breath and adjusted to a sitting posture that wasn't too unsightly.

Another female assistant hurriedly grabbed a bottle of water, carefully unscrewed the cap, and handed it over.

"Young Master Yang, drink some water to moisten your throat."

He took the water bottle and gulped down a large mouthful.

Nearby, Meng Tiantian was still slumped on the sand, and no one paid her any attention.

When a wall is crumbling, everyone gives it a push.

Yang Ningcong had spoken so harshly just now that the other women wished for one less rival so they could get a bigger share of the compensation when they got back.

Surrounded by soft jade and fragrant warmth, Yang Ningcong was in a great mood.

As long as the helicopter arrived, everything on this island would be completely over.

Lin Fan could play local emperor, but when that time came, he would be the true local emperor.

In less than half an hour.

"That guard dog is back." An internet celebrity with sharp eyes pointed at a dark figure in the distance of the beach.

Yang Ningcong raised his eyelids.

Wang Laoliu was holding the equipment and walking toward the wreckage.

"How long has it even been?" The female assistant who had handed the water earlier frowned. "His work is way too perfunctory. Did he set up the equipment properly?"

To build presence in front of Yang Ningcong, that bikini-clad internet celebrity straightened her body, crossed her arms, and struck the posture of a master's top maid.

As Wang Laoliu walked closer, she directly spoke up.

"Wang Laoliu, do you even understand the rules? You took the Yang Family's money, and when asked to do a little task, you're just dragging your feet here?"

Wang Laoliu stopped in his tracks and glanced at her.

This glance was very calm, devoid of any emotion.

The internet celebrity didn't sense any danger; instead, she felt this was a great opportunity to please Yang Ningcong.

She stepped closer, raising her voice a few notches.

"What are you looking at? A stinking laborer like you dares to glare at me?"

"If you weren't such good-for-nothing trash yesterday, would Young Master Yang have suffered so much? You were told to climb a rock to set up the signal, and you rolled back before even staying a few minutes. What, was the rock too hot for your feet?"

"Believe it or not, once Young Master Yang returns to the mainland, a single sentence will be enough to have you begging on the streets!"

The curses were extremely harsh, stepping all over a man's self-esteem with every single word.

As the internet celebrity cursed with great vigor, she still glanced out of the corner of her eye at Yang Ningcong's expression.

Seeing that Yang Ningcong didn't stop her, her confidence grew even stronger, and she even reached out her hand to poke Wang Laoliu's shoulder.

"Did you hear me talking to you, you stinking beggar..."

Before she could finish her sentence.

Wang Laoliu raised his leg and kicked straight out.

There was no wind-up, no redundant movements—just a simple, clean military close-combat technique.

The sole of his shoe struck the woman squarely in the abdomen.

The force of this kick was frighteningly heavy.

The internet celebrity didn't even manage a scream before flying backward two meters and slamming into a sand hollow.

Clutching her belly and arching her body, she opened her mouth, but could only make gasping sounds, unable to catch her breath for a long time.

The surrounding women were so frightened that they retreated one after another, their screams stuck in their throats.

Yang Ningcong's eye twitched.

As the saying goes, to beat a dog, you must look at its master.

Furthermore, this woman had been wholeheartedly trying to please him just a second ago.

Wang Laoliu's kick wasn't kicking the internet celebrity; it was kicking the face that Yang Ningcong had just managed to pick up.

"What the fuck, are you trying to rebel!?"

Yang Ningcong sprang up from the board, casually grabbed a thumb-thick wooden stick nearby, and rushed in front of Wang Laoliu in two or three steps.

Old grudges and new hatreds, combined with the pent-up frustration of taking a hit in the cave last night, erupted completely at this moment.

"You eat what's mine, wear what's mine, and now you beat my people right in front of my face!"

Yang Ningcong clenched his back teeth, the wooden stick in his hand whistling through the air as he lashed it fiercely down toward Wang Laoliu's shoulder.

Wang Laoliu didn't dodge.

The wooden stick slammed solidly against his deltoid muscle, producing a muffled thud.

Wang Laoliu didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

Yang Ningcong became even angrier. This deadpan look of not fighting back and acting completely indifferent was even more infuriating than a direct shouting match.

"Good-for-nothing! Trash! What kind of tough guy are you acting like?"

The second stick, the third stick.

Yang Ningcong smashed down indiscriminately.

His blows lacked any method or structure, entirely venting out of a surge of vicious anger.

The wooden stick struck his back and arms, sometimes even grazing the side of Wang Laoliu's face.

Wang Laoliu just stood there like that.

For this kind of job taking money to go out to sea, meeting brain-damaged employers was the norm.

In the circles of those wealthy Middle Easterners, getting whipped with a riding crop was also a frequent occurrence.

As long as it didn't cross his bottom line, he was always too lazy to fight back.

Letting this pampered second-generation heir vent his anger would make the subsequent work easier to do.

This was professional ethics.

On the fourth strike, the wooden stick snapped right in the middle.

Half of the wood flew away, leaving only a bare handle in Yang Ningcong's hand.

He gasped heavily, his chest heaving violently, his palms numbed from the shock.

His legs were sore and aching, and a layer of cold sweat oozed across his forehead.

In contrast, other than a few dusty smudges on his undershirt, Wang Laoliu hadn't even disrupted the rhythm of his breathing.

Yang Ningcong threw the broken half-stick onto the ground and heavily gasped for air.

"Why the hell did you come back?" He stared at Wang Laoliu. "I told you to go set the beacon, and you just spun around and ran back here to go crazy?"

Wang Laoliu raised his hand and patted the wood shavings off his shoulder.

He looked past Yang Ningcong's shoulder toward the dark, heavy horizon in the distance.

The wind direction had changed.

Just moments ago, it had only been gusts of humid sea breeze; now, the wind carried an extremely distinct salty fishy smell and chill.

The distant clouds piled up in an extremely short span of time, pushing from the horizon right overhead.

The waves were also at least half a meter higher than half an hour ago, crashing against the reefs with a dull sound.

"Young Master Yang, the weather is about to change."

Yang Ningcong froze for a moment and looked up at the sky.

The sky overhead had indeed darkened quite a bit, but to a young master who grew up in the city since childhood, a change in weather meant nothing more than some rain—open an umbrella and hide in a villa, and it was all done.

"So what if it rains?" Yang Ningcong said in an irritable tone. "Are the helicopter's rain-proof features just for show? I have plenty of money; even if it's raining daggers, they still have to fly over!"

"Whether the helicopter can fly is the rescue team's business, and that's something for the outside world to consider..."