231: Chapter 231 Snake and Man

Anan shrank her neck a little.

Yang Ningcong continued, "For maritime search and rescue like this, just receiving the signal and verifying the coordinates takes several hours."

"Then deploying rescue boats or helicopters, applying for flight routes, and confirming weather conditions—going through this whole process, is it something you can just have whenever you want?"

He tapped the outer shell of the beacon.

"But the signal has already been sent out, continuously for over a dozen hours."

Yang Ningcong put his hand down, his expression carrying a bit more confidence.

"Do you know what this thing is called? PLB, Personal Locator Beacon."

"Internationally universal rescue frequency band, 406 megahertz, there are at least three or four search and rescue satellites above that can receive it."

The women didn't understand frequency bands or satellites, but Yang Ningcong spoke as if it were a serious matter, coupled with the device in his hand that kept flashing lights, it looked very reliable.

"Young Master Yang, you are so visionary! You even knew to bring this thing when going out to sea." Linna exclaimed sincerely.

"Yeah! Yeah! Fortunately we have Young Master Yang, otherwise we would all have to be like those people above, not knowing how many months we'd spend as savages on this lousy island." Xiao Chuan quickly chimed in.

"Yeah! Young Master Yang, they all say Su Qingxue is the smartest one in the circle of second-generation rich, but in the end, isn't she still relying on our Young Master Yang to save her?" Anan hugged Yang Ningcong's arm with a face full of adoration.

Yang Ningcong enjoyed these compliments, his arrogance perking up again.

"Of course, when has your Young Master Yang ever failed to keep an ace up his sleeve?"

He patted the back of Anan's hand, "Don't worry, it'll be soon. After the sky completely clears up, the rescue helicopter can take off, and barring any accidents, tonight I'll be able to spank your bottoms in the big bed of the presidential suite."

"Really?"

"When has your Young Master Yang ever broken his word?"

Smiles bloomed on the women's faces once again.

They whispered to each other, discussing in low voices the first thing they would do after going back: take a hot shower, eat a hot pot meal, and lie in their own big beds to sleep for a whole day.

Yang Ningcong half-squinted his eyes, enjoying the brief peace and being surrounded by the women.

The sunlight hit him, feeling warm and cozy.

The old injury at the root of his thigh was still faintly aching, but compared to last night, it was already much better.

The buzzing in his ears had also mostly subsided, and the surrounding sounds became clear again.

He looked around and frowned.

"Where is Laoliu?"

No one answered.

"Wang Laoliu!" Yang Ningcong raised his voice and shouted.

The beach was empty, and the sound of waves hitting the shore repeated monotonously.

"Laoliu!"

Anan looked around: "Young Master Yang, just now he seemed to walk over there..."

She pointed to the tree line in the south.

Yang Ningcong stared in that direction.

The edge of the tree line was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

In the jungle after the rainstorm, broken branches and stagnant water were everywhere.

"What is this guy doing?" Yang Ningcong cursed. A person hired for millions in security fees, not guarding his employer when day broke and running off out of sight?

He glanced at the beacon in his hand again.

The light was still flashing.

Yang Ningcong suppressed that trace of unease.

As long as this thing was in his hands, there was nothing to fear.

No matter where Wang Laoliu went, once rescue arrived, a single helicopter could solve all problems.

By then, any Deserted Island, any bombs, any Lin Fan, would all turn into material in Yang Ningcong's thrilling survival story.

He raised his head to look at the sky.

The clouds had completely scattered, blue beyond belief.

"Anan, come over and help me massage my legs."

"Alright! Young Master Yang."

Anan obediently squatted by his legs, her fists gently pounding on his thighs.

Yang Ningcong closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

What great weather.

What great women.

What a great signal light.

He just half-lay like that, waiting for that helicopter to fly over from the edge of the sky and pick him up from this damn ghost place.

...

Karst Cave platform.

Lin Fan stood at the edge and looked down for a while.

Yang Ningcong's group was laughing and joking on the beach, their voices drifting up intermittently.

The women's laughter, Young Master Yang's shouts—lively, just like a vacation.

Lin Fan knew that their good days wouldn't last much longer either.

Once they subsequently discovered the fact that rescue wouldn't come, and with no supplies, those women had tender skin and delicate flesh.

I'm afraid Wang Laoliu wouldn't let them go...

Just at that moment,

on his retina, red text suddenly popped out.

[Warning: Signs of high-risk mutated creature activity are increasing.]

[Species: Reticulated Python (Magnetic Field Radiation Mutated Subspecies)]

[Status: Hungry, restless, leaving the nest.]

[Behavior judgment: Foraging.]

[Inducement: Putrid bloody smell, heat source aggregation.]

Lin Fan's gaze paused. Calculating the time, that big snake hadn't shown its face for several days indeed.

He looked toward the depths of the jungle.

The tree canopy was very quiet, abnormally quiet.

Usually at this time, there were always bird calls and insect chirps in the woods.

Now there were none.

Even the sound of the wind passing through the leaves seemed to be lowered.

There were no corpses below; the only things available to hunt were Yang Ningcong and those few women.

Moreover, when Lin Fan was in civilized society, he had once scrolled across an article.

Human sweat, bodily fluids, skin and flesh naturally contain sodium chloride, and the taste inherently has a salty degree. Compared to the bland meat of many wild animals, this salty and umami flavor is attractive to animals, making it more palatable to eat.

That beast had eaten people; would it lose interest in other prey and exclusively eat people?

If that were the case, Yang Ningcong, this second-generation rich, was the least likely to run away. Would Wang Laoliu think he could still go back and spare no effort to protect him?

As for that snake and Wang Laoliu, Lin Fan hoped the ones who survived would be humans.

...

Below the beach.

Yang Ningcong had already sat up from the reef.

Because he smelled a certain odor.

Meat aroma, the grease smell genuinely roasted by fire.

Although very faint, in the nose of someone who had been hungry for a night, that smell was simply like turning on a food filter.

The other women smelled it too.

Anan sniffed her nose.

"What's that smell?"

Linna turned her head to look at the fissure.

"Seems like barbecue?"

Xiao Chuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"No way? Where would meat come from here?"

Yang Ningcong frowned and stood up.

He originally still wanted to maintain the posture of a young master.

But his stomach didn't cooperate.

With a rumble, all the women heard it.

But no one laughed, because their stomachs were growling too.

Yesterday's explosion blew away the temporary shelter.

Wang Laoliu's left-behind fresh water, food, and edible packaged snacks were all gone along with it.

A group of women who usually maintained their dignity relying on salads, coffee, and bird's nest only learned when they got here that when people are extremely hungry, they even want to gnaw on tree bark.

The aroma drifted for a while longer.

This time it was even more obvious.

It also carried a bit of charred aroma.

Yang Ningcong licked his lips.

"Who is roasting something?"

Anan pointed toward the depths of the fissure.

"Seems to be Wang Laoliu."

Yang Ningcong's expression sank a bit.

This bastard had been missing all morning—turns out he was hiding inside eating alone?

He led the women toward the fissure.