Chapter 465 - Chapter 465: Better to Trust Me
Chapter 465: Better to Trust Me
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Song Fan initially thought the man didn’t understand her language on the boat. But just now, everyone had been communicating in her native language, so she no longer bothered to speak English, especially since the man’s English was poor.
The man was clearly wary of Song Fan, hesitating the whole time. Cao Lei, however, lost his patience. He pressed a dagger to the man’s neck and shouted, “Speak! Didn’t you hear our boss ask you a question?”
“Elevator.” The man finally spoke, “This is a basin. You can take an elevator to get up. Don’t kill me, I’ll take you there.”
Song Fan nodded and then addressed her companions, “Everyone, grab your things. We’re leaving.”
“Boss, shouldn’t we make a plan?” Cao Lei frowned. “Maybe have a meeting?”
“Do you need ten minutes to give a speech? Or make a PowerPoint presentation?” Song Fan rolled her eyes. “They’re all guards. If they don’t return, the people above will get suspicious. We leave now.”
In the past few days, Song Fan had clearly become the backbone of the group. As soon as she spoke, everyone started gathering their belongings. Some even automatically began watching over the four captives.
“What’s with the fireworks? What are they for?” Song Fan continued to question.
The man explained, “If three people each kill three others and collect their eyeballs, they can gather together and we’ll come to pick them up.”
“We weren’t told about this when we came to the island!” Sun Yu exclaimed. “Did you only tell the mentally ill? Do you think they understand? Isn’t this just a plan to get us killed?”
The man looked down, unable to respond. This was the usual way things were done, and he didn’t know how to explain.
Seeing that he was just a low-level lackey, Song Fan asked, “You observe from the cliff above but can’t see anything down here. What if something goes wrong?”
The man sighed, looking at her helplessly, “Before you came, nothing went wrong for years.”
Sun Yu glanced at Song Fan. Indeed, if it weren’t for her leading the group, they would have already killed each other and become cannon fodder.
Song Fan continued asking about details, like how the mentally ill knew which plants had buried water and cans, and how better equipment was provided at the start of the competition.
It turned out that the four men were island natives who had committed crimes and fled here. Later, when the Brown Group took over the island, those willing to cooperate stayed to work for them.
Their jobs were simple, mostly escorting goods or supervising the competition. Otherwise, they lived normal lives.
The mentally ill participants were considered goods, either competing periodically or being taken away later, never to return.
“We all say they’re taken to sell organs. Isn’t that often in the news?” the man said awkwardly.
“You have TV or computers here?” Song Fan finally caught an important detail.
“We usually listen to the radio.” The man looked up at the watchtower, “There’s a loudspeaker there. Sometimes they broadcast news or novels. The only computer is in Santo’s room. He seems to use it for video calls with his girlfriend.”
“Santo? The leader here?” In such a remote place, internet access would be unstable. Whoever had a computer would be in charge.
The man nodded, “When the Brown Group first came, Santo led them. Now he’s in charge of us.”
Hearing this, Song Fan’s heart raced. A radio meant there must be wireless receiving equipment, and a computer with internet access was a godsend.
By this time, Cao Lei had everyone ready. Song Fan joined them.
She walked beside the man, “Do you know where Santo lives?”
The man backed away in fear, “Please, since I gave you information, spare me. If Santo finds out I betrayed him, I’ll be dead.”
Song Fan smiled, patting his shoulder, “You’d better bet on me. If Santo finds out we escaped the basin, don’t you think he’ll investigate who revealed the elevator? The truth will come out anyway. Better to trust me.”
She held a dagger, skillfully twirling it, “You said nothing went wrong before I came. Maybe I’ll be the one to overthrow Santo’s rule?”