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Chapter 316 Survival Island

Feng Wen Island was irregularly sector-shaped. It had few hills and ridges but was full of dense bushes, displaying its vigor of life.

At the center part of the sector-shaped island were a golden beach and the blue and rippled sea, presenting a poetic fairyland.

“Heavens! I think it’s pretty much as beautiful as those in Maldives,” said Yang Shiwen with happiness. She took off her shoes letting her little feet step on the beach.

“If we develop it well, I believe it’ll be another Maldives.”

Liu Feng confidently said, “We can also turn it into our family garden one day. When we’re old, we’ll come here enjoying our last days.”

“Mm!”

Yang Shiwen blushed once again and threw a glance at Liu Feng. It seemed that she had imagined some of those scenes in the future.

Uncle Dong had now set up the charcoal stove on the beach. Xiaoqi brought a portable power source from the cruise ship and charged up a streamer and a fryer.

Ten men in black got off the ship. They walked one by one towards the island carrying a long large-size bag.

Yang Shiwen didn’t pay much attention to them. She wouldn’t be surprised at anyone who showed up around Liu Feng after knowing Liu Feng’s identity.

However, seeing them disappear rapidly one by one, Uncle Dong was brightened up.

“Liu Feng, are they all your friends?”

Uncle Dong said excitedly, “If I am not wrong, they should be special-force soldiers. They’re strong and agile, keeping low the sound of their breaths and steps. Every move of each of them is displaying his identity as a king of soldier.”

Uncle Dong was once a special-force soldier, so he could tell extraordinary places of these men in black

Liu Feng laughed, “They’re kind of special-force soldiers. It can’t be peaceful for us to come here this time. So, I did some preparations.”

“The preparation is awesome.”

Uncle Dong drew his looks and said, “Liu Feng, are they all guns in those long bags? You’re so powerful. You don’t come long but you can have all those cars and ships, and so many weapons.”

Liu Feng wore a mysterious smile, “Uncle Dong, should I give you some arms?”

“Fantastic! I’ve retired for years but I’ve never stopped playing guns.”

Uncle Dong was more excited, “But you know, in the city, I can’t play heavy weapons. If something happens here, maybe I can recall some feelings during my days being a soldier.”

“Good!”

Liu Feng raised his head and winked at Xiaoqi.

Xiaoqi got the message and ran onto the ship. It took him not long to carry along bag over to Uncle Dong.

Unzipping the bag, Uncle Dong’s eyes lit up. He pulled a 77-centimeter submachine gun and said with pride, “P21. It’s the 21st generation of the submachine gun of the nation. It has a range of up to 600 meters, 450 of which is effective. I heard some super soldiers can use it to shoot the target from more than 500 meters. It’s good.”

Then Uncle Dong took another two pistols, “Damn. J15, our country’s 15th generation of new military pistols. Semi-automatic firing!”

“Damn! There’re ten American grenades.”

“It’s awesome. Twelve spare magazines.”

“There is a bayonet, a pair of night vision glasses and a camouflage!”

Uncle Dong kept shouting out of shock. He then raised his head looking at Liu Feng, “Heavens! Liu Feng, you’ve armed your friends with these weapons, are you going to attack a regiment?”

Liu Feng laughed, “Uncle Dong, you take care of these things. If things here don’t go south, it’ll be fine. If not, it’ll be more horrible than facing a regiment.”

Although Liu Feng said while laughing, his words suddenly made Uncle Dong feel serious.

“Right. I’ll never forget when those people attacking Yang Family. They said they’re from the Goddess Palace. Their individual combat abilities were horribly strong...”

“Uncle Dong, don’t think too much. Let’s eat!”

Ghost King called with something in his mouth. The muscleman was already eating two big Japanese swimming crabs.

“Let’s eat!” Liu Feng held Yang Shiwen’s hands and ran to the stove.

Uncle Dong took a deep breath and self-mocked, “I’m out of date. Look at Liu Feng. That is the manner of a real expert!”

The four hadn’t stopped the picnic until the sun went west and the sky was darkening.

Half of about forty kilograms of seafood had been gulped down by Ghost King. It had nothing left by the end.

When the fire in the stove died out, Liu Feng stood up. His face, always with smiles, turned into serious, “It’s too quiet. Something happened.”

Hearing Liu Feng’s words, Ghost King and Uncle Dong stood up. Yang Shiwen went next to Liu Feng immediately.

Then Liu Feng pressed the communicator on his right ear. When he wanted to ask what happened... boom!

From deep places of the island came a sudden gunshot.

Next, Xiaoqi’s voice sounded in Liu Feng’s right ear, saving him from asking, “Big Boss, something happened. A lot of people have ambushed on the island. Their weapons and combat ability are not bad. We’ve lost three.”

Boom!

Closely, an explosive sound came from somewhere on the island.

“All fall back. Leave it to your Big Boss,” commanded Liu Feng at once. He then turned his head to Yang Shiwen and said, “Shiwen, you get on the ship. It’s one of the Netherworld’s special equipment. Even rocket projectiles won’t hurt it. You’re safe in there.”

“No. I’m not going.”

Yang Shiwen determinedly said, “My kung fu is not bad now. I want to fight with you.”

“You...”

“Brother Feng, trust me once. Shiwen is going to fight with you.”

Liu Feng had stared at Yang Shiwen for three seconds before he nodded. Then he took a pistol from his waist and handed to her, “Follow behind. Shoot on sight. Don’t hesitate.”

“Mm!” Yang Shiwen nodded vigorously.

Liu Feng turned around walking to the deep of the island. Uncle Dong armed himself quickly and went lurking to the left side of the island.

Ghost King came back to the ship. He hadn’t shown up until Liu Feng was out of sight.

The super muscleman was carrying a large-caliber sniper rifle on the back, three guns on the waist and a destructive M134 Vulcan gun in hands.

...

The further one went to the deep island, the denser the bush was. Although it was called the bush, those trees were about two-meter high at least. Some were thick enough for the arm span of a person.

Weeds and dead leaves would rustle when one stepped on it. Roots of some special bushes would grow to the ground, lying like sleeping pythons. It was terrifying and inconvenient for walking.

After five-minute marching forward in such an environment, Liu Feng stopped suddenly.

Yang Shiwen had been following closely behind. She was too fast to stop in time and ran onto Liu Feng’s back.

Liu Feng then turned back and held her in his arms. They hid behind a dwarf tree.

“Feng...”

Shh!

Yang Shiwen wanted to say something, but Liu Feng gave her a sign to keep quiet.

Rustle... Rustle... Rustle...

Gradually, Yang Shiwen heard footsteps at times. They were abnormally light. The direction where it came was not sure. It seemed to be on the left, then on the right, then in the front or behind.

Yang Shiwen was now a little nervous, with her breaths coming in short gasps.

At the moment, a big hand pressed on Yang Shiwen’s chest. It was at the sensitive highland of First Miss Lady Yang. But she felt even more composed sensing the warmth from the hand. It seemed that the uneasiness in her heart was removed, too.

“It’s an expert. But don’t be afraid. Brother Feng is here with you.”

Liu Feng whispered in Yang Shiwen’s ear with his lowest voice, “Remember the pace of breathing of kung fu I taught you. Don’t hurry. Don’t take it deeply. Keep a three-millimeter range of the heave of your chest.”

“Mm!”

Yang Shiwen nodded. Then her breaths came back to normal.

Liu Feng raised his hand and waved in front of Yang Shiwen.

Liu Feng’s right hand was clamping a dart in the shape of a willow leaf. Seeing that, Yang Shiwen turned into serious.

Whoosh!

Closely, Liu Feng shook his right hand throwing the dart towards somewhere.

At the same time, Liu Feng leapt like a civet cat. In the direction where Liu Feng had thrown himself towards leapt a green shadow, as fast as Liu Feng. The shadow left a trace of blood in the midair as it escaped.

Liu Feng didn’t chase long. He came back soon when he ran after about thirty meters.

Yang Shiwen was running after Liu Feng. But the bush was so dense that she failed to find where Liu Feng had gone.

Just after Yang Shiwen ran for a few steps, a man in green, with a long gap on his face, appeared in front of her like a ghost.

The man in green was beyond ugly, with cross-eyes, a big but flat nose, lips that were too thin to have flesh and the bloody gap that dyed the lower part of the face red. He just showed up all of a sudden, which almost scared the soul of the First Miss Lady Yang out of her body.

The more terrifying thing was that the ugly guy laughed, “Really a beautiful eastern girl. I decide... ah!”

Before the man in green could finish his words, the light of a saber crossed his neck. Then an ugly head rolled down from his neck.

The one cut was from Liu Feng. Hadn’t he come back in time, Yang Shiwen would have been in danger.

“Brother Feng, I’m terrified to hell.”

As soon as seeing Liu Feng, Yang Shiwen went to his arms.

But Liu Feng was extremely serious at the moment. He put his hand against her chest. But he wasn’t parrying the dart but kept her one-meter away.

“Shiwen, I told you to shoot on sight! What’s the use of the gun in your hands when that asshole showed up in front of you?”

Liu Feng was rather serious while letting out his words.

“I...” Yang Shiwen hadn’t expected that Liu Feng would have rebuked her. She felt being wronged. Her eyes were red and her lips pouted.