He opened his mouth, and the bright red color of his eyes still lingered on his teeth—one could imagine what that red was!
"Something seems...wrong..." The two white women exchanged a glance. Then, a thought struck them, and sensing the danger, they abruptly turned and sprinted towards the woods!
The poor Korean woman was tackled to the ground by a running man. With a startled cry, she was still oblivious to the danger, assuming it was just the man being too excited. Even after being knocked to the ground, she kept yelling, "Hey, don't get so excited, you hurt me... Ah!!!"
Unfortunately, before he could finish his sentence, his voice immediately turned into a scream!
The man who had tackled her to the ground had already bitten down hard on the woman's neck! The tender skin of her neck was broken by his bite, and then he tore and gnawed at it frantically like a crazed beast, muttering incoherently, "Flesh! Blood!!!"
The Korean woman was completely terrified. The pain in her neck wasn't fatal yet, but this sudden turn of events robbed her of her initial chance to react! Then, several men rushed up behind her. Before she could struggle, they pinned her down, and seven or eight hands reached out, their mouths simultaneously biting down hard on her neck and arms!
"Ah...ah!!! Ah..."
Frantic screams, desperate wails!
Once the lifeboat was completely towed away from the sea and onto the beach, the last person on board finally got off.
This was a man, his white skin revealing his racial characteristics. He was the most robust and imposing man on the ship, wearing a tight-fitting sports vest. His exposed body was full of solid muscles, exuding a sense of power. His vest was stained with the most blood. His eyes were cold and sinister. After slowly walking off the lifeboat, he strode forward.
He kicked away the men who were still clinging to the Korean woman. The poor woman was barely alive; her once beautiful face was covered in blood, a large gash had been bitten into her delicate neck, blood gushing out, and her body and arms bore numerous bite marks. Even in her dying moments, her body trembled slightly. Her eyes were wide open, hollow and lifeless.
"asshole!"
The man cursed angrily, grabbed the nearest guy, shoved him to the ground, and kicked him: "Don't rush to kill! There are survivors on the island. Find out the situation first! How many people are there? Do they have food and fresh water? You bunch of idiots!"
His shouts and curses were met with silence from the crowd, who all bowed their heads and dared not refute him.
Judging from their clothing, these people were all dressed differently, indicating that they were all people on the ship. Most of them were ordinary passengers, while there was one dressed as a cabin attendant. Their previous identities were all different, but at this moment, in front of this white man, they were all silent and trembling, as if bowing their heads in submission.
"You! Listen up!" The white man grinned menacingly. "Back on the lifeboats, everyone had blood on their hands! You all know how we survived these past few days! Our hands were stained with blood! We survived by eating human flesh! Now that we're on this island, none of you are going anywhere! You all need to behave yourselves! If anyone harbors any other intentions… Hmph! Murder is no small matter! No one can escape! Now, if you want to survive, you have to stick together! Follow my orders!! Hmph!!"
Clearly, that final groan made the group shudder. "Alright! Now, don't rush into the woods! See if there's anything handy we can use as weapons! There are survivors of the Victoria on the island! Let's find out how many they have first! Then... humph!"
Soon, several men found some sturdy branches from the surrounding bushes, while two others took the oars from the lifeboat.
As for the white man, he seemed to have become the leader of the group. Moreover, his weapon was the best; he pulled a dagger from his soaked leather boots, the dagger stained with rusty blood.
Seeing the three women flee back in a panic, their faces filled with bewilderment and their eyes looking as if they had seen a ghost, and all three women seemed to be crying in fear.
Chen Xiao leaned against the cave wall, barely managing to speak, when Zhang Xiaotao rushed up to him: "What's wrong! What happened?"
"Kill! Kill! They've killed someone!" A white woman violently shoved Zhang Xiaotao aside and ran frantically towards the cave. Others tried to run into the woods. They had only taken two steps when Zhang Xiaotao rushed over and grabbed one of them around the waist: "Don't go! Don't go!!"
"Let me go! Run for your life! Do you want to die?!"
"Don't run!" Zhang Xiaotao suddenly slapped the woman hard across the face. She shouted, "There are only a few of us women! The island isn't that big, where can you run to! If you split up, you're even less likely to survive! Only by sticking together might we have a chance to fight them!"
The female translator displayed tremendous courage at that moment.
"Are you crazy! They're men! A dozen men! What can a few women do? Are you expecting this crippled guy to protect us?!"
The Singaporean woman suddenly burst into tears and knelt on the ground: "They...they eat people! I saw it with my own eyes! I was the last one running! I saw them tackle her, and then I saw them tear her flesh! They're a bunch of cannibalistic lunatics! Waaah..."
The people in the cave looked at each other in bewilderment. After a while, the old man from the elderly couple slowly emerged from the cave. He looked very old, but he was holding a stick tightly in his hand. It was a stick used to stir the campfire at night. He held it in his hand, and his originally aged face was full of a resolute expression.
“Uncle?” Zhang Xiaotao turned around and looked at him.
A hint of fear flickered in the old man's eyes, but he gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what, I'll fight them! I may be old, but I'm still a man! Besides, my wife is in the cave; I won't let her fall into the hands of those cannibals! No matter what, she absolutely won't fall before I die!"
"Xiao Tao".
Chen Xiao, who was lying there, suddenly spoke and beckoned to Zhang Xiaotao: "Come here."
Zhang Xiaotao immediately let go of the woman she was hugging and rushed to Chen Xiao's side: "What's wrong?"
"Go! Go now!" Chen Xiao's tone was firm: "There's no chance! Even if you all get together, the other side is a dozen or so men who have lost all humanity! You can't win a fight... There's still a boat on the island! It's the lifeboat we used when we came here! I remember clearly, these four women were afraid we would steal the boat and escape, so they dragged the lifeboat to the beach behind the island, right? You all need to run there quickly, get on the lifeboat and leave this island! No matter what, there might still be a sliver of hope, it's better than staying here and being harmed."
"Okay! I'll carry you!" Zhang Xiaotao nodded immediately and was about to pick up Chen Xiao, but as soon as she moved, Chen Xiao was in so much pain that he broke out in a sweat and groaned. The wound on his chest had festered, and several knife wounds on his shoulder had also stopped, revealing the white bones beneath the rotting flesh!
"I...I can't move anymore." Chen Xiao gave a bitter smile: "Even if you take me with you, I won't live much longer."
He spoke these words softly and calmly, as if he were not recounting his own fate.
He lowered his voice: "Besides, if you take me with you, we'll walk slower! These women are unreliable! What if they reach the shore first, sail away, and leave you behind? Hurry! Don't worry about me, get to the back of the island right now! Get on the boat with them!"
"I don't……"
Zhang Xiaotao was about to persist when she suddenly saw Chen Xiao raise his hand and slap her across the face!
Chen Xiao used all his strength in that slap, but he was already severely injured and on the verge of death, so the slap wasn't actually that hard. It felt like swatting a mosquito across Zhang Xiaotao's face. It didn't hurt, but Zhang Xiaotao was stunned by Chen Xiao's blow.
Chen Xiao managed to move slightly, but his body went limp, and he leaned against the wall, his hands hanging limply at his sides. He glared at Zhang Xiaotao and cursed viciously, "Don't act like this, you wretched woman! If it weren't for saving you, I wouldn't be in this state! Damn it! What are you doing! You've fallen for me? Let me tell you! I don't even want you!! I have a girlfriend. And countless other women! Don't even dream about it!! Get out! Get out!! Disappear from my sight! Get out!! I get angry just looking at you! You're the reason I'm like this! Get out!!"
Although his insults were vicious, Zhang Xiaotao's expression only shifted slightly before she regained her composure. Looking at Chen Xiao, she smiled—a smile carrying an indescribable, complex meaning. Yet, in this situation, it was so calm and peaceful. The female translator murmured, "Why do you have to say such things on purpose… Hmph, have you been watching too many movies? Do you think you can fool me with these childish words? I'm not leaving. And even if I do, I'll take you with me!"
Chen Xiao paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile: "Sigh, I can't fool you..."
"You can leave now if you want!" Zhang Xiaotao coldly turned to look at the women. "Didn't you hide the boat behind the island? You can do as he says and leave by boat!"
The women hesitated at this moment, looking at each other, unsure of what to do.
Leave by boat?
It seems like it's possible to leave this dangerous island, to leave behind that group of cannibalistic madmen.
But... in the vast ocean, what are the chances of survival if you leave in a dilapidated little lifeboat?
Those who have survived a shipwreck often share this feeling: no matter how dangerous the shore may be, it seems far safer than returning to the sea. After all, the feeling of having solid ground beneath your feet is better than anything else.