Everyone Wants to Pamper the Bigshot Researcher After Her Rebirth! - Chapter 457

Chapter 457: Are You Sane?

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Song Fan had two ways to escape. One was to steal a boat, but navigating alone, ensuring provisions, and finding the correct direction seemed impossible.

The other option was to contact the outside world. If she could reach Gu Chen or Sami, someone could come to rescue her.

After considering her options, Song Fan chose the latter. Given the number of people gathered in the basin, there had to be some means of communication with the outside world. On this remote island, she needed to seize the radio equipment first.

The basin was dense with tropical rainforest vegetation. The thick foliage blocked out sunlight, making visibility low and the air humid, with waterlogged ground underfoot.

As soon as she entered the basin, Song Fan realized she was in a hunting zone, likely part of the competition mentioned by those men last night.

She had heard of such brutal competitions but had never experienced one firsthand. Being a lone, seemingly frail woman made her a prime target.

A few minutes earlier, someone had already attacked her. Without warning, a person had leaped from the trees, wielding a sharp knife. If not for her mercenary instincts and sharp reflexes, she might have met a grisly end.

She dodged the knife, grabbed the attacker’s arm, and executed a perfect shoulder throw, slamming him to the ground. “Who sent you to kill me?”

A gunshot rang out. Song Fan looked towards the sound but saw nothing. Visibility was limited, and she could only guess the shooter’s position.

Frowning, Song Fan noted the man wasn’t professionally trained and likely not one of Brian’s hired killers. If they wanted her dead, they could have done it on the boat, not here.

As she pondered this, the man made a desperate move, struggling with brute force rather than skill, more like a desperate animal.

Song Fan took the knife she had grabbed and stabbed it into the man’s thigh, immobilizing him but avoiding fatal injury.

“You can’t beat me,” Song Fan said calmly. “So, let’s talk. What’s going on?”

The man, who had been fierce moments before, suddenly began to cry. “I, I can’t lose. I don’t want to die. I can’t die.”

Seeing the snot and tears, Song Fan wondered if he was mentally unstable.

Realizing she wouldn’t get any useful information, she moved on. But after walking about ten meters, she heard the man’s cries for help.

Song Fan didn’t want to kill unnecessarily. Preserving her energy and bullets was crucial.

But the unnatural tone of the man’s cries made her suspicious.

She stealthily returned to see a short man straddling the attacker, strangling him with both hands.

Song Fan approached silently, only revealing herself when she pressed her gun against the strangler’s back. The man quickly raised his hands, pleading, “Spare me!”

Song Fan didn’t speak, merely motioned with the gun. The man got up and turned to face her, “Lady, careful with that trigger.”

He had dreadlocks, exaggerated earrings, a lip piercing, and wore a brightly colored jacket that seemed out of place here.

“Are you sane?” Song Fan asked, skeptical.

“Pretty girl, why so harsh?” The man started to curse but stopped when he saw Song Fan’s gun, swallowing hard and nodding rapidly. “Sane, sane. I’m not like these crazies.”

He then tried to ingratiate himself, “Here, you can have him. You kill him.”

When Song Fan didn’t move, the dreadlocked man became nervous, “Lady, it’s rare to find another sane person here. We’re kindred spirits.”

Suddenly, Song Fan smiled at him, “You’ll do.”

She swiftly approached, hitting him in the waist with the gun butt. The man, lacking any real combat skills, went down with one blow.

Recognizing the situation, the dreadlocked man quickly knelt, “Lady, spare me! You won’t survive here alone. Take me as your lackey. I can carry your bags, scout ahead, even take a bullet for you!”

“Shut up!” Song Fan kicked him.

The man nodded eagerly, keeping his mouth shut, terrified that the next moment this fierce lady would shoot him.