268: Chapter 268 Do you have that authority?

"Yang Ningcong."

"If there's a single false word in what you just told me, I'll turn you into that monster you described."

Yang Ningcong raised his head, "Lin Fan, if I, Yang Ningcong, say a single false word..."

He pointed at his nose, his lips trembling. "I'll die, my whole family will die."

"The hundreds of thousands of employees in the Yang Group will all die too, and my family will go bankrupt immediately."

"Slap..."

"Read Taiwan novels on Chaozan."

Lin Fan's hand came straight down on Yang Ningcong's skull, and Yang Ningcong was almost sent away by Lin Fan's single palm strike.

He looked at Lin Fan in confusion, "Brother Fan... I..."

Yang Ningcong was beaten silly. Thinking Lin Fan didn't believe him, he wanted to explain further.

"I really am not lying to you..."

Lin Fan withdrew his hand and shook it off.

"This slap wasn't hit by me."

"It was those hundreds of thousands of employees of the Yang Group you mentioned earlier who asked me to hit you on their behalf."

Holding his face, Yang Ningcong stared blankly at Lin Fan, his brain crashing as he completely failed to follow this logic.

Employees?

"You vicious capitalists, living in luxury every day, playing with young models, eating grand feasts, and driving yachts—did you ever think about the employees risking their lives for you at the bottom?"

"Now that you're facing death, even when swearing a poisonous oath, you drag hundreds of thousands of their lives into it."

"When you used their lives as a stake, did you ever ask them?"

"Do you have that right?"

"..."

Yang Ningcong looked at Lin Fan with a huge question mark in his mind—was this guy out of his mind?!

He lived by the sea and managed things as wide as the ocean, but he only dared to think it. On his lips, he quickly put on a smile and said, "I was wrong... Brother Fan... I was wrong!"

"I spoke wrongly! I shouldn't have dragged them into it!"

"Brother Fan, I'll redo it! I'll swear again!"

"If I, Yang Ningcong, say a single half-truth to you, let the Yang Family have no descendants! Let my parents experience the heartbreak of burying their child! Let me descend into the eighteenth layer of hell after I die, never to be reincarnated!"

He raised his head, "Is this okay, Brother Fan?"

Looking at him like this, Lin Fan didn't speak further.

Regardless of whether Yang Ningcong was lying or not, he still had to first find out how much Yang Ningcong knew about this abnormal island.

"Go get a bottle of water for him." Lin Fan casually instructed.

"Oh, okay." Song Ya instinctively responded and turned to walk towards the supplies area.

"Stop."

Lin Fan called out to stop her.

Song Ya turned back, looking somewhat dazed.

Lin Fan's gaze didn't look at her, but instead swept towards Liu Feifei standing by the bonfire.

Liu Feifei was lowering her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, her whole body shrinking into the corner. What Yang Ningcong said was so terrifying, and she had just said those shameless words earlier.

If Zhou Kai ignored her now, she would have no way out alive on this island.

"Liu Feifei."

Liu Feifei's shoulders shrank, "Ah..."

Startled, she only found her voice back when she heard it was Lin Fan calling her, "Wh-what's wrong..."

"Did you not hear what I said just now, or can't you understand it?"

"Wh-what?"

"The nanny in here is you, not Song Ya!"

"What are you dazing for?" Lin Fan tilted his chin towards the supplies area, "Go get water."

Liu Feifei's lips moved, swallowing back the words that had reached her lips.

She didn't ask why anymore, nor did she put on any airs.

She walked quickly to the supplies area, picked up a bottle from the neatly stacked water bottles, walked over to Yang Ningcong, and handed the water to him.

Yang Ningcong took the water, holding the bottle with both hands and pouring it into his mouth.

With more than half a bottle of water down his stomach, Yang Ningcong finally caught his breath evenly.

His face regained a bit of a living person's appearance; his cheeks were no longer a dead gray, having a trace of ruddy color.

Waiting for him to put down the water bottle, Lin Fan spoke.

"You said before that you know the secret of this island."

Yang Ningcong's hand holding the water bottle froze in mid-air.

"You're not lying to me?"

"Of course not."

"Then tell me and let me hear it."

Everyone's attention in the Karst Cave gathered over.

"Lin Fan." Yang Ningcong raised his head.

"I am not a fool."

Yang Ningcong put the water bottle beside his knees, "If I tell you everything now, why would you keep me around?"

Lin Fan tilted his head slightly.

These words coming out of Yang Ningcong's mouth truly surprised him.

A rich young master who was kowtowing and begging for mercy five minutes ago, with snot and tears all over his face, had just finished drinking water, his throat moistened, and his brain started spinning along with it.

No wonder the Yangs could build an enterprise of hundreds of thousands of people. This gene of being able to calculate the price even on the knife's edge was truly inherited ancestrally.

"Young Master Yang."

Lin Fan bent down, supporting his knees with both hands, and brought his face half an inch closer to Yang Ningcong.

"Getting smart?"

Yang Ningcong's body shrank back a bit, but he didn't yield verbally.

"Lin Fan, I'm begging you to save me. This is the honest truth."

"But the bit of stuff in my hands is my only bargaining chip to save my life right now."

"If you make me hand it all over in one breath, it's equivalent to handing my life into your hands."

"Once you get the information, you'll feel that having one more person like me wastes food..."

Yang Ningcong didn't finish his words, but the meaning was already very clear.

On this island, losing utility value was equivalent to death.

Wang Laoliu was gone, and he, Yang Ningcong, had no martial prowess, no physical strength, and no survival skills whatsoever.

The only thing that could stop Lin Fan from kicking him off the platform was that little bit of information in his brain.

Once he emptied it all out, he would be a pure piece of trash.

Lin Fan certainly didn't need a piece of trash.

Zhou Kai sneered from the side, "Brother Fan, this grandson is even bargaining with you."

"If you ask me, we should just hang him up and beat him a bit, and he'll confess everything."

Yang Ningcong shuddered, shrinking his neck back into his shoulders.

But he still gritted his teeth and didn't relent.

"Kid, even if you beat me to death, I won't be able to say it."

Yang Ningcong's voice still carried a tremor, but those words were squeezed out with great effort.

"Knocking me out will make it even less possible to say."

Lin Fan straightened his body.

Looking at Yang Ningcong, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly—this kid had indeed gotten smart.

"Fine."

"You don't have to tell everything, that's fine too."

Lin Fan reached out and patted Yang Ningcong's shoulder. The force wasn't heavy, but Yang Ningcong clearly felt that the moment that hand landed, his bones were aching.

"But you have to prove that what's in your mouth is worth me leaving you a ration."

"Tell me a bit first."

"Let me judge the quality of your bargaining chip."

"If the first thing you say has enough weight—"

Lin Fan raised a single finger, "—you can stay. Eat, drink, and have someone protect you."

"If it's not enough..."

Lin Fan tilted his head to glance outside the platform, "If it's not enough, then I can only say I'm sorry."

Yang Ningcong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Alright, I'll talk."

"This island..."