241: Chapter 241 Who Wants to Play With You

Liu Feifei stood a few steps away, completely dumbfounded.

Was this still that haughty female CEO of the Shengtang Group?

The way Su Qingxue had rushed over to grab Lin Fan just now, along with her current red-rimmed eyes and almost pleading expression, made her look precisely like a little woman terrified that her husband would get hurt.

Back on the cruise ship, this eldest Miss Su would not even deign to give anyone a proper glance.

Now that they were here, she had completely thrown away her pride for a bottom-tier intern.

Lin Fan patted Su Qingxue's hand.

"Rest assured, he cannot hurt me."

Su Qingxue could not listen to reason at all. "What are you using to guarantee that? He is a professional at this sort of thing. If you go down alone, in case he—"

"If three bullets failed to hit me last time, what do you think he can do to me bare-handed?"

This sentence left Su Qingxue speechless.

She let go of his hand, retreated half a step, and her chest was still heaving.

Song Ya stood to the side, her hands intertwined, tears swirling in her eyes; she wanted to persuade him otherwise but did not dare to speak up again.

Lin Fan did not look at them again.

He picked up the magazine, which still contained a few bullets.

After removing all of them, he put the magazine back into the gun and placed one bullet into his own pocket.

He grabbed the remaining bullets directly in his hand, turned around, and handed them to Su Qingxue.

"Take these."

Su Qingxue looked at the handed-over bullets, failing to react for a moment.

Xu Zhixia stood not far away, watching Lin Fan's actions, and immediately guessed his intention.

"Why are you giving these to me?" Su Qingxue took them subconsciously.

Lin Fan swept his gaze across the group; Liu Feifei was two-faced.

Zhou Kai had an injury on his leg and could not move, and Song Ya was too weak-willed.

As for Xu Zhixia, she was precisely the one he needed to guard against.

If he went down and Xu Zhixia changed her mind at the last moment, taking the bullets down to find Wang Laoliu, the situation would completely spiral out of control.

Keeping these bullets in Su Qingxue's hands was what he trusted the most right now.

"After I go down, keep these bullets safe and do not give them to anyone."

Su Qingxue tightly grasped those four bullets. "But—" She bit her lip, still unwilling to let Lin Fan take such a risk.

She was no longer that CEO in the conference room whose single word could decide tens of millions in business.

She was merely a woman who wanted to survive on the Deserted Island.

And Lin Fan was her entire source of confidence.

"Alright, stop looking like this is a parting of life and death."

Lin Fan straightened his body and casually slung the gun over his shoulder.

He leaned in a bit closer, his tone carrying a trace of banter. "Are you not still planning to return to civilized society? If I die here, who is going to take you back?"

Su Qingxue's cheeks grew hot, and her heartbeat inexplicably skipped a beat.

Lin Fan added another sentence: "I am still waiting to take you back and then inherit the Su Family's tens of billions in family assets."

That slight bit of touching emotion and worry that Su Qingxue had just brewed up was completely shattered by this remark.

She glared at Lin Fan and cursed through clenched teeth: "When is it, and you are still thinking about money!"

"Why should I not? What else do people live for if not these things?" Lin Fan smiled.

He turned around and walked toward Xu Zhixia.

"Dr. Xu, you just stay up here."

The people down below could not stir up any major waves, but Xu Zhixia was different. If she truly was a spy, besides dealing with Wang Laoliu, he would also have to divide his attention to guard against Xu Zhixia, which would drastically increase the danger.

Meeting his appraisal, Xu Zhixia nodded calmly.

"Very well."

She did not argue nor did she explain.

She was very clear on why Lin Fan wanted to hand the bullets to Su Qingxue, and also clear on why Lin Fan wanted to keep her up here.

At a time like this, any superfluous explanation was pure nonsense.

Lin Fan came to Zhou Kai's side again and said in a low voice: "Kaizi, keep an eye on Xu Zhixia. If she makes any move to run downward, take action immediately without showing any mercy."

Zhou Kai nodded.

Lin Fan walked down, and before long he arrived outside the rock crevice.

"Wang Laoliu."

"Did you not want to talk face to face?"

"I have come down."

"Come out."

Half a minute later, a tall figure slowly walked out from the shadows.

Wang Laoliu was holding the short blade upside down by his side. Standing at the edge of the rock crevice and looking at Lin Fan outside, his gaze directly fell upon the sniper rifle.

"Stop looking." With a flick of Lin Fan's wrist, the black gun was hurled toward Wang Laoliu.

"If you want it, I am returning it to you."

Wang Laoliu's eyelids jumped violently, his body's instinctive reaction outpacing his brain.

Reaching out with his right hand, he steadily grabbed the barrel and smoothly pulled it toward his chest.

This old companion that had accompanied him for many years returned to his hands, but there was not a trace of joy on his face.

The weight was wrong.

Wang Laoliu flicked his thumb and ejected the magazine.

It was empty.

He pulled the bolt back once more and glanced into the chamber.

It was still empty.

"Playing with me?" Wang Laoliu raised his head, his fingers already resting outside the trigger guard.

Lin Fan placed both hands in his pockets. "Talk your dogshit. With so many women inside my cave, who would want to play with you!"

"Besides, can your asshole even be clean?"

"You—"

Before Laoliu could finish his words, Lin Fan took out a bullet.

"Giving you the gun is sincerity."

"Having the bullet in my hand is a bargaining chip."

"Now, we can talk in detail!"

Wang Laoliu stared at the bullet in Lin Fan's hand.

Even if he had a gun right now, without this bullet, it was nothing more than a fire-poking stick.

"How do you want to talk?" While speaking, Wang Laoliu kept his right foot still, his left toe slightly pointed outward, and his sole silently ground flat a small patch of sandy ground, packing down the soft sand.

The muscles in his lower legs tightened secretly.

He did not need to listen to Lin Fan talk about any dogshit win-win cooperation.

Dead people do not need to share spoils of war.

As long as he used the dozen-or-so-pound sniper rifle in his hand as a weapon and forcefully smashed it over.

That intern would undoubtedly dodge out of instinct.

Once he dodged, it would create a visual blind spot and physical stiffness.

During this period, it would be enough for him to close in with force and draw a bloody line across his carotid artery.

Then, after snatching that bullet and pressing it into the chamber, he could take the gun upstairs to retrieve the remaining bullets.

The kid in front of him was just an ignorant company intern who truly thought that pinching a single bullet meant he could manipulate a professional mercenary who had crawled out of a pile of dead bodies?

It was ridiculously naive.

Veins bulged on Wang Laoliu's forearms, and his fingers tightened around the barrel bit by bit.

At this very second, on Lin Fan's retina:

[High-risk early warning!]

[Target person: Wang Laoliu.]

[Current state: Brewing a fatal killing move.]

[Behavior prediction path: Throw heavy object (sniper rifle) then approach, left hand draws blade to cut your carotid artery.]

[Hint: If you continue putting on airs here, mortality rate is 100%, suggestion is to draw gun immediately.]