365: Chapter 365 With guns and cannons, what need is there for mutations?

Yang Ningcong trembled all over, and the arrogant aura that had just risen instantly vanished.

He knelt on the ground, raising his hands above his head, not daring to move an inch.

Down below, that group of men in black saw this scene, and their formation stirred for a moment, but quickly returned to silence.

The leading man took two steps forward, stood at the starting point of the slope, and looked up at the platform.

"Little brother, we really have no malicious intent. As long as you release Young Master Yang, we can provide sufficient supplies in exchange—food, medicine, weapons, name your price."

Mr. Yang behind him had his hands behind his back from beginning to end.

Zhou Kai watched from behind, his teeth itching with annoyance.

These people spoke very politely, but the gear in their hands grew more terrifying one after the other, and their posture clearly meant to wipe them out in one go.

"Releasing him is fine," Lin Fan spoke.

Yang Ningcong's eyes lit up, and he looked at Lin Fan full of hope.

But unexpectedly, Lin Fan had another condition, "Leave that metal box behind."

Xu Zhixia stood beside Su Qingxue, her gaze passing over Lin Fan's shoulder. Trading such a piece of trash like Yang Ningcong for two strengthening serums was definitely not a loss no matter how one calculated it.

Yang Ningcong knelt on the rock, his neck still being choked by Lin Fan.

Metal box?

His brain, filled with young models and sports cars, spun three times before finally realizing what Lin Fan wanted.

Wanting that drug that turned people into monsters?

He had seen clearly what that foreigner named Hall and Zhou Kai looked like after taking the medicine down below.

Three meters tall, covered in black hair, and as ugly as an unevolved ape.

As the sole heir of the Yang Group, he was going to return to civilized society in the future to inherit tens of billions in family assets, wear high-custom suits, and drive limited-edition supercars. Unless it was absolutely necessary, who would want to become that kind of beast that couldn't see the light of day!

Before, he had to become powerful in order to survive. Now looking below, he had Yang Biao and dozens of his own people holding guns.

With guns and cannons, who needs mutation?

"Give it! Give it to him!" Yang Ningcong shrieked at the top of his lungs, shouting toward the bottom of the slope, "Yang Biao! Give him that damn box! Young Master here doesn't want that thing, I just want to go home!"

At the bottom of the slope, the sea breeze blew Yang Ningcong's shouts to pieces.

Yang Biao carried the silver metal box and turned to look at his side.

Mr. Yang had his hands behind his back, his gaze falling on the blurry figure halfway up the mountain.

"Sir, the young master is still in his hands," Yang Biao lowered his voice.

That man naturally understood Yang Biao's meaning. Although this serum could make people powerful and held many secrets, Chairman Yang had given a strict order before setting off: Yang Ningcong must be brought back safe and sound.

Without Yang Biao's reminder, he also knew what to do.

Mr. Yang raised his right hand and pressed it forward slightly.

This meant compromise.

Receiving the order, Yang Biao turned back around and shouted up toward the halfway point: "Friend, you want the items, and I will give them to you. Everyone seeks wealth and safety, there is no need to shed blood."

"How do you want to trade?"

"Just send someone up to deliver the box in exchange for letting him get lost."

"Fine, I'll go up myself." Yang Biao slung his assault rifle behind his back, pulled the straps of his tactical vest, and picked up the metal box with one hand.

Hugging the edge of the stone wall, Zhou Kai grinned with a mouth missing three front teeth, revealing sharp fangs.

"Brother Fan, this grandson has some real guts to come up alone."

"When he comes up, I'll directly hit him with a black tiger steals heart, snatch the box, and detain Young Master Yang as well, eating from both ends."

Lin Fan brought Yang Ningcong back into the Karst Cave, "No need. Having one more friend is better than having one more enemy here."

Zhou Kai looked at Yang Ningcong and couldn't help speaking, "Young Master Yang, did you hear that? If we run into difficulties in the future, I hope you can also lend a hand."

"For sure," Yang Ningcong quickly chimed in, "If it weren't for Brother Fan, I wouldn't have survived until now."

Yang Biao stepped on the gravel of the slope and came up. This man was a practitioner; his lower stance was stable, and his breathing was even. Compared to mercenaries like Kaman who relied on sheer ruthlessness to risk their lives, Yang Biao exuded the professional qualities of a regular army soldier.

He walked to the location of the platform.

The light from the bonfire leaked out from the Karst Cave, illuminating Lin Fan's face.

Yang Biao's gaze sized up Lin Fan.

Ordinary cargo pants, a dusty short-sleeve shirt, and holding a most ordinary military dagger in his hand.

There were no gunshot wounds on his body, nor any muscle traces of systematic combat training.

Such a greenhorn managed to make the young master completely obedient?

Yang Biao had a clear idea in his heart now.

That group of foreigners down below was just a plate of loose sand, not even understanding decent cross-cover. It was normal for this kind of local ruffian to occupy the hill.

If it were his group of subordinates, three charges would be enough to take this Karst Cave.

But he wasn't here to suppress bandits today.

"I've brought the items." Yang Biao raised the silver metal box in his hand, "Hand over the young master."

Lin Fan didn't answer, but pushed Yang Ningcong to the front.

Seeing Yang Biao was like seeing his own biological father to Yang Ningcong, "Yang Biao! Did my dad send you guys?"

Yang Biao: "Yes, young master. Chairman Yang believed that you wouldn't easily get into trouble. After learning about this island, he secretly assembled a team. We brought a lot of people when we went out to sea this time."

"Young master, rest assured, we will definitely bring you safely away from here."

Lin Fan interrupted them, "If you want to reminisce, you'll have plenty of time later."

"Right now, please open the box first."

Yang Biao sneered, quite cautious indeed.

He supported the bottom of the box with one hand, and pressed open the clasp with the other.

Click.

The box lid popped open.

Lying in the anti-vibration foam grooves were two test tubes.

"Did you see clearly?" Yang Biao closed the box, "Release him."

Lin Fan pointed at the ground with his chin, "Push the box over."

Yang Biao didn't hesitate. Bending down and exerting force from his wrist, the metal box stopped right at Lin Fan's feet.

Yang Biao wasn't worried at all that Lin Fan would take the items and renege on the deal. In his view, no matter how good this kid was at fighting, he was just a local tyrant.

Facing dozens of professionally trained and well-equipped gunmen below, daring to play tricks was simply courting death.

What's more, he was the strongest fighter in Asia.

"You've got the box, now send the young master over." Yang Biao stepped half a step forward.

Yang Ningcong looked at Lin Fan, "Brother Fan, then I'll be leaving. If I manage to leave, I will definitely say goodbye to you."

With that, Yang Ningcong was about to leave. He wanted to leave this ghost place, to leave this devil's den where even drinking a sip of water required reading people's expressions. He wanted to return to the yacht and drink iced champagne.

"Wait."

"What do you mean?" Yang Biao's right hand groped toward the holster on his lower back, his gaze turning cold, "Want to go back on your word?"

"The box is in exchange for his life." Lin Fan pulled Yang Ningcong back, "I've protected him for so long, you guys need to pay some interest at least."