Chapter 1921: Chapter 1746: Another Island Washington. Clinking of glasses. Sea Island. "Boom!" The world turned white as a sheet. "Clatter!" "Whoosh!" As the torrential rain and fierce winds swept in, Tuoyinbi and others in the cave shivered despite the fire. There were nearly two hundred people, not enough space, spread across many caves, and the sea breeze was chilly. Heat was hard to preserve. "Cold." "Ha." "..." Each of them shivering, rubbing their hands, huddling for warmth. They used to watch others do this, but today they truly felt it—bone-chilling cold, how they longed for a bowl of hot soup. And a warm bed. Of course, it would be even better with a woman in the bed. "Master." "Hmm." "Is there really no one who can save us?" "No one." Tuoyinbi leaned against the rock wall. Having witnessed Tang Qing’s unfathomable abilities, he knew these claims were not false. Tang Qing didn’t need to know anything from his mouth and wasn’t afraid of the waves that would arise if he disappeared. He had his own plans. "Crack!" Thunder roared. Wanted to sleep. But quickly woken by the cold. "Achoo!" Sneezing echoed endlessly. They had been working in warm places, many in short sleeves, taking out a small piece of dried fish from their pockets, something they would ignore before, now worth more than gold. This night. Destined to be long. ... Fifty kilometers away. Another island. "Crack crack!" A massive bonfire burned in the cave, reflecting the surrounding men and women of different skin colors and genders, all warming themselves. Beside the fire, a sea fish was speared on a wooden rod. "When will these days end?" "Six months already." "Yes, while there are more people, making it lively, ultimately it feels lonely, without computers, without mobile phones, living like primitive people every day, too boring." "Better than being dead, right?" "Exactly." "Being bored is a kind of death too." "It’s actually nice here, there’s food and drink, no worries about dying in combat tomorrow." A beautiful Western woman caressed her hair with a faint smile on her lips. "Rylee, I want to die in your arms." "Get lost." "Haha." "..." Laughter in the cave dispersed some of the loneliness. Here. All are Kovalro’s ’assets’, also called ’playthings’. Rylee was originally a decent girl, but unfortunately, she was kidnapped during an outing, sold to Kovalro, and after selection, sent to the combat island. Training. Combat. Training. Combat. The daily routine, sisters dying by her hand, new recruits coming in batches, was most of her memory. Many people loved to watch beautiful women fight to the death; it was Kovalro’s core project. The world’s treachery. She had witnessed it, thinking she would eventually die in the combat arena. Two months ago, the combat island was attacked, and overnight, all the guards and management were dead, she saw the rescuers. A group of strong men. After selection, asked a few questions, she survived. Going outside, seeing the ground littered with the corpses of guards, she was terrified. The island of Kovalro was attacked, knowing those who entertained her were in immense power. Yet, they were indeed killed. No guards left. Then, they were taken to a room, soon felt dizzy, and upon waking, found themselves on this island, not the first to arrive, there were many ’predecessors’. Upon inquiry, all were Kovalro’s playthings. From various places, sea island, city, deep mountains, underground, different skin tones, different nationalities, but all victims, rescued by a mysterious force, gathered here. As for which force, unknown, known only that they couldn’t leave the island. Food. Drink. The island provided solutions. This island, nearly six square kilometers in size, had many fruits, fresh water springs, surrounded by shallow seas rich in fishing resources, left with nets by that force for fishing. With some medicines and cooking utensils. And, occasionally sending new people over. After inquiries, all were Kovalro’s crimes, they eventually concluded helplessly, the rescuers didn’t want them to leave, which is why they were placed on this deserted island. Equivalent to captivity. However, having experienced hell-like encounters, this kind of captivity was almost paradise. In fact, they quickly understood, even if Kovalro was gone, many would not want them alive, like those who gambled, as exposure would have huge impacts. Therefore, despite boredom, they were alive, being protected by someone. With this thought, resentment vanished. "Miss home." A pretty woman propped her chin. "Thinking is all you can do." "Right." "If you go back, you’ll only bring disaster to your family." "Exactly." "..." Going home was something they could only bury in their hearts, fearing it would truly bring calamity to their families. Actually, life here was quite good, basking in the sun, fishing, picking fruits daily. There weren’t many desires. Big houses. Fancy cars. High wages. Good jobs. None of it concerned them. Simple and plain, having experienced life and death, being able to freely gaze at the sky, breathe air, was indeed a blessing, something ordinary people couldn’t understand. The next day, early morning, after a good night’s sleep, the rain clouds drifted away. Sunshine bright. "Let’s go fishing, today’s good for drying fish." "Okay." "And we need to dry the firewood, it probably got soaked last night." "Yep." A group divided tasks, each doing their work, compared to being test subjects, entertainment, or random kill numbers, these primitive tasks were such a relief. Ten minutes later, "Look, new people are coming." A loud call spread across half the island. Immediately, men and women from the caves rushed to the shore, where the newcomers always appeared, boat unseen, just bodies lying on the beach. Soon, more than five hundred people gathered here. Watchful. "Lots of people this time." "Many women." "Quite good-looking." "Yep." "..." Talking, some went forward, shaking and calling out, it was always like this, even if a bit slow, people would be in a wake-able state within an hour, each person different. Soon, some woke up. Like startled birds, wary of the crowd. "Who are you?" "Friends." "Impossible, I wasn’t in..." Then, Rylee and a few women stepped out, explaining slowly. Upon learning all were Kovalro’s victims and saved by another group, this batch of people was dumbfounded. "What?" "You’re from Kovalro’s headquarters?" This news, was explosive. Even Kovalro’s headquarters had been taken down. "Great." "Deserved it." "Should be killed." "Does this mean we have a chance to go back?" However, this thought only lasted a few seconds. "Kovalro is gone, doesn’t mean those consortiums and dignitaries are dead. If they exist, we’re all in danger, we can’t leave, unless that force completely eliminates these concerns."