Chapter 456: Found You

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Song Fan hid in the bushes, squinting at the group of people.

There were two types of searchers: those with guns, who seemed familiar with each other. Though she couldn’t understand their language, their gestures and the way they moved in small groups indicated they were mercenaries, and very coordinated.

The others were dressed like the fishermen she had seen on the boat, mostly unarmed or carrying wooden sticks. The man who had given her the coat was among them.

But in this group, Song Fan finally heard some words she could understand. Though the voices were faint, it gave her some comfort knowing communication wouldn’t be impossible.

As the group ran in the direction she had previously fled, Song Fan knew she couldn’t stay long. She was aware of the mercenaries’ skills. She turned and headed deeper into the dense forest.

Because Song Fan had two guns, the searchers were cautious. If she decided to fire, it could cost them dearly.

The fishermen, however, were mostly all bark and no bite. They searched, but slowly, clearly scared, yet forced to find her.

The dark night on the sea made it hard to see anything. Song Fan climbed a tree, finding a comfortable position, and used leaves to cover herself completely.

After about five minutes, she heard footsteps and familiar voices below. Two fishermen approached.

“Who is this person? If she’s lost, so what? We have plenty of ‘goods’ anyway,” one said.

“She seems important. Didn’t you see those bosses go crazy?” replied the other.

“Is she not ‘goods’? Maybe she’s for the competition tomorrow?”

“Doesn’t look like it, but who knows? So skinny, I bet she gets eliminated in the first round.”

Song Fan quietly listened to their conversation, trying to piece together information.

The “goods” were likely people for sale or Jason’s experiments. The “competition” tomorrow sounded even more brutal than she had imagined.

The “bosses” mentioned must be the island’s leaders, indicating a strict hierarchy on the island.

Once the two men walked away, Song Fan allowed herself to move slightly.

She picked up the empty can, using its sharp lid to cut branches and quickly crafted a makeshift ghillie suit. It was rough but sufficient for now, allowing her to blend into her surroundings.

To conserve energy, Song Fan dozed off in the tree, waking at dawn.

After hours of searching, the forest was silent. She carefully descended from the tree.

Spotting a lone fisherman ahead, she hid behind a rock, waiting for the right moment.

When the man turned his back, Song Fan pounced, knocking him to the ground. She covered his mouth with one hand and aimed her gun at him with the other.

“Make a sound and I’ll shoot,” Song Fan whispered.

The man, eyes wide with fear, nodded slowly.

Song Fan loosened her grip, keeping the gun pointed at him.

Suddenly, the man smiled and grabbed her hand, saying, “I found you!”

Song Fan realized then that he wasn’t afraid, even seemed excited.

“Stay still, or I’ll shoot!” Song Fan threatened, pressing the gun to his back.

The man just shook his head, “I am protected by the gods. I am invincible. I will live forever with the gods.”

In that instant, Song Fan’s mind screamed, “Lunatic.”

She didn’t have time to deal with him. She knocked him out with the gun’s butt, noticing the surgical scars on his neck and head, and the needle marks on his arms.

Recalling Jason’s words about the drug’s side effects, Song Fan felt a chill.

Had Jason dumped all his failed experiment subjects on this island, letting them fend for themselves?

Before she could process this, a bell rang, echoing far and wide.

Song Fan quickly climbed a nearby tree and saw a crowd gathering in a basin below. At the sound of the bell, people scattered in different directions.