With his feet on the sand, looking at the deserted island ahead, Wang Yan showed a smile on his face.
Although the island in front of him was called a deserted island, for Wang Yan, it felt like coming home.
The entire island was covered with lush greenery, with countless birds flying in the sky above the green forest. Although it couldn't compare to the deep mountains Wang Yan had lived in for eighteen years, it was pretty similar.
Wang Yan laughed as he walked toward the depths of the island.
Following closely behind Wang Yan, Ouyang Feiting looked at Wang Yan's confident demeanor and thought angrily, "Keep showing off, keep showing off. Wait until a day later; let's see how you continue to show off. There's no fresh water, no food on this island—just wait to be thirsty, hungry, and frozen to death. Hmph, you'll be my slave for sure."
As they walked farther, the yacht left the shore, anchoring several nautical miles away from the island.
