Volume 1, Chapter 64: He Wants People to Be Buried Alive with Me

Rumor has it that there are tens of thousands of rooms on Devil's Island.

Every woman brought to the island is locked in an individual room for the amusement of those privileged individuals.

Those people are extremely cruel, and media reports have stated that fishermen near Devil's Island frequently fish out bodies.

The vast majority of them are naked women, dead in various ways, all of which are appalling.

From these reports alone, one can glimpse how terrifying Devil's Island is; once a woman sets foot on the island, it is impossible for her to leave alive.

To them, Devil's Island is simply hell!

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Bo Congnan's back was chilled to the bone, and his hands clenched silently by his sides.

Overwhelming emotions surged deep within his eyes.

He and Zhiyi had grown up together; even though she was willful, usually quiet, and unappealing to others,

in his heart, she remained an innocent and straightforward little princess.

Having been together for so many years, he had never even laid a single finger on her—how dare those people?!

A dark, sinister look flashed across Bo Congnan's eyes, the veins on the back of his tightly clenched hands bulging.

"No matter what it takes, no matter the cost, I want to land on the island as soon as possible!"

"Yes."

Seeing Bo Congnan's resolute tone, the asset manager did not try to persuade him further.

After all, he wasn't the one going to the island, and it wasn't his life on the line.

Li Shuo suddenly spoke up, "Boss, our men intercepted Titan at customs. He had sent someone to Devil's Island to curry favor with the higher-ups, but ended up offending a rival and is currently being hunted down. He is probably planning to escape Country M by boat."

Bo Congnan raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice incomparably cruel, "Since that's the case, give him a proper send-off."

If Titan hadn't kidnapped Zhiyi, Zhiyi wouldn't have been sent to Devil's Island.

How could Bo Congnan possibly let him go?

It was the first time I saw that look in Bo Congnan's eyes—

paranoid and ruthless.

He was a completely different person from the bright and sunny youth of the past.

I locked eyes with him across a distance, and for just a fleeting second, he felt so unfamiliar to me.

Perhaps.

I had never truly known Bo Congnan.

A dark room.

Bo Congnan leaned against the sofa, the glass of brandy at his side already empty.

The cold moonlight streamed in through the window, lengthening his shadow.

Beneath his polished leather shoes, a bloody hand twitched slightly.

"Back then... if it wasn't for me, could you have won that ra... ce? You ungrateful... wretch..."

Titan was beaten black and blue, one of his eyes swollen shut and laced with bloodshot veins.

Bo Congnan said nothing, his fingertips tracing the rim of the wine glass while his foot quietly applied pressure. In the quiet room, the sound of cracking bones could be heard.

"Ah..."

Titan let out a miserable scream, blood seeping through the gaps in his teeth.

"Bo... Congnan, if you... kill me, aren't you afraid the truth about back then will get out? I... ah... though I've been captured, I have a trusted confidant on the outside. If you kill... me, he... will definitely make the truth public... Hehe... By then, Phantom Speed will become a laughingstock for the entire racing team!"

Faced with Titan's threat, Bo Congnan did not panic.

He leisurely took out a lighter, a small flame snapped to life with a click, and he slowly brought a cigarette to his lips.

The sound of the lighter echoed throughout the room.

Suddenly, the screen of the coffee table phone lit up. The lighter was casually tossed aside, and Bo Congnan, holding the cigarette in his mouth, exhaled a cloud of white smoke.

The white smoke choked Titan into a fit of coughing.

From behind the white smoke, a hand with distinct knuckles picked up the phone and held its screen right before his eyes.

It was a video.

A man, with his hands and feet bound by four or five men in black, was being thrown into the ocean.

Titan's eyes widened, the immense shock sending a violent roar through his mind.

"You... actually found him, and... killed him..."

The "him" he referred to was none other than Titan's trusted confidant.

His confidant had been eliminated.

Titan's threat just now seemed utterly ridiculous.

In the pitch-black room, the phone emitted a faint glow.

Behind that faint light, Bo Congnan's face flickered between light and shadow, unreadable, save for the glowing crimson ember at his lips which looked exceptionally glaring.

Titan's throat was hoarse, his tone lacking the bravado he had moments before. "Are you going to... kill me?"

The air remained quietly scorching, Bo Congnan's eyes chillingly terrifying.

Clenching the cigarette between his teeth, he spoke indifferently, "You were the one who sent her up there?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Titan's terrified eyes.

He had almost forgotten; previously, in order to lure Bo Congnan to Country M, he had found a woman on Devil's Island who looked strikingly similar to this kid's old lady, modeling her appearance after hers.

He had intended to lure Bo Congnan over, trick him into signing a gambling contract, and present him with a fait accompli.

Even if Bo Congnan found out it was fake, there would be nothing he could do.

Who could have predicted that the Devil's Island incident would suddenly blow up halfway, and that he would be framed by rivals and offend the upper echelons of Country M, leaving him with no choice but to flee?

Never had he imagined that things would come full circle and he would end up under Bo Congnan's blade.

They always said the head of the Bo family was decisive and ruthless.

Bo Congnan, the eldest grandson of the Bo family, was supposed to be the exact opposite—impulsive and lacking in cunning. Who would have thought he also possessed such a vicious side?

He had actually tied someone up and thrown them straight into the sea.

Knowing that if he didn't speak the truth now, he would die at Bo Congnan's hands,

Titan endured the excruciating pain in his hand and struggled to offer an explanation.

Surprisingly, Bo Congnan was patient, listening to his explanation from beginning to end.

He stubbed the glowing red cigarette butt against the coffee table, the red light slowly fading. "Heh, you've said all the words... Do you take me for a fool?"

At this moment, Bo Congnan didn't believe a single word of Titan's.

People could fabricate anything just to stay alive; no matter what Titan said today, he wouldn't escape his fate.

"I... I really didn't... lie to you..."

Seeing that Bo Congnan didn't believe him, Titan hurriedly tried to explain.

But Bo Congnan had no desire to waste any more breath on him.

He leaned forward, revealing a cruel and sinister smile, his well-defined fingers tapping lightly on the coffee table. "I heard that the people on Devil's Island love to play with some new tricks. I've brought a few people to keep you company."

The crisp sound of the tapping stopped.

The door to the room was pushed open, and several burly men walked in, carrying a box of pills, a leather whip, and a pair of handcuffs...

Titan's terrified gaze was swallowed by the darkness as the room door closed shut.

I could even hear the occasional screams echoing from inside the room.

Bo Congnan stood by the shoreline, one hand in his pocket.

The night was deeply oppressive, the ocean wind howling fiercely, its loud roar drowning out the piercing screams.

Watching Bo Congnan's back, a trace of fear flashed through my heart.

When we were children, I was always throwing tantrums and would frequently give him the silent treatment.

Even when he lost his temper, he had never been as terrifying as he was today.

As it turned out, I had truly never understood him at all.

"Boss, the man is about to break. Are we really going to go through with this? If the old master finds out, will he..."

Bo Congnan's dark eyes gazed steadily at the churning sea. "If Zhiyi doesn't survive, don't expect him to live either."

A trace of astonishment flashed across Li Shuo's eyes.

Was the boss going to make him be buried along with her?!