“There probably aren’t many billionaires in the world who can casually produce one hundred million,” Du Lai said as he walked.

“You don’t believe me?” said the young miss. “Do you know who my grandfather is? My grandfather is Fu Lisheng. What’s one hundred million to him? Even giving you one billion, he’d manage it!”

Du Lai’s footsteps halted.

Fu… Lisheng?

Fu Lisheng?!

The ruthless crime lord who dominated all of Southeast Asia’s arms and smuggling operations — who killed without batting an eye?

If it was truly Fu Lisheng — well, just as she said, never mind one hundred million, even one billion would be no problem. But it was far more likely he’d simply put a bullet in him!

In that moment Du Lai only felt his entire body run cold, a chill shooting up from the soles of his feet.

Who would dare cross Fu Lisheng?

Only someone tired of living.

He hesitantly asked the woman on his back: “Then you are…”

“I’m Fu Miaoxue~” the young miss replied. “Fu Lisheng’s granddaughter — his only granddaughter!”

She deliberately emphasized the word “only,” to underscore her value. After saying this she added:

“You saved me — I’ll have Grandfather reward you. As long as you take good care of me before the rescue teams arrive, he definitely won’t treat you poorly.”

Du Lai said nothing…

In truth, not only did he have no thought of taking care of her — he had even… entertained thoughts of killing her.

This was the most natural thing in the world.

It was like a poor man who finds a phone, learns the owner is very wealthy, and thinks of asking for a little finder’s fee to relieve his immediate needs. Everything was going along smoothly, and then the poor man suddenly discovers the owner isn’t just rich — she’s a supervillain whom even the police fear. What would the poor man think? What would he do?

Would the poor man still think about asking for a finder’s fee?

No. He wouldn’t.

He would only think about how to protect himself. He would only think about how to save himself. He might simply discard the phone and flee — not wanting even the slightest connection to the villain.

That was exactly what Du Lai was thinking right now.

Fu Miaoxue was Fu Lisheng’s only granddaughter — certainly doted on beyond measure. Something this serious had happened to her. Who was going to bear the responsibility? Would Fu Lisheng take out his anger on others?

Don’t assume that because he’d taken care of Fu Miaoxue he’d earned any merit. The rescue teams hadn’t arrived yet. If they really had to wander this island for half a month, every time Fu Miaoxue was thirsty, hungry, tired, or sleepy she’d come looking for him. One small lapse in care would bring endless trouble. If Fu Miaoxue then happened to be injured, or fell ill — he might as well not bother staying alive!

The more Du Lai thought about it, the more he felt this was a losing deal!

But to actually lay hands on her…

……

Perhaps it was because he’d stopped for too long, the young miss asked him: “Why aren’t you walking?”

Du Lai snapped back to his senses and feigned calm: “Oh… nothing, I was thinking about which direction to go.”

“Have you figured it out?” the young miss asked.

Du Lai looked around, confirmed his bearings, and carried her onward.

After walking a stretch, he twisted his neck and said to Fu Miaoxue: “Young Miss, could you help me take off the collar? It’s a bit uncomfortable to wear.”

If he wanted to distance himself from Fu Lisheng’s granddaughter, the first thing was to remove the collar.

Otherwise, if Fu Miaoxue met some misfortune and Fu Lisheng’s men happened to come looking, they’d see the collar around his neck — he couldn’t explain himself even with a hundred mouths.

He wasn’t being pessimistic without reason — a pampered young miss, cast away on a deserted island, had a low survival probability to begin with.

He wanted it off, but the young miss disagreed and flatly refused: “That won’t do! If I take it off, what’s to stop you from running away?”

Du Lai: “……”

Not so naive after all.

The young miss sighed again: “Du Lai, I’m so thirsty… will we die of thirst here… “

She was whimpering pitifully against his back, and the monkey in the cage also seemed to sympathize, letting out two listless cries.

Du Lai looked ahead and said: “There’ll be water to drink very soon.”