CHAPTER 1919: CHAPTER 1744: WE WERE ALL DECEIVED BY HIM

Who could have imagined.

Tang Qing.

Has such terrifying power and influence.

With a flick of the hand.

The bullet pierced through the concrete wall.

The most exaggerated part is that it flew back again, that kind of divine skill, powerful as a demon; opposing such a person, he couldn’t muster any fighting spirit, let alone now being thrown here.

He understood.

Tang Qing didn’t intend to let any of them leave alive.

Suicide?

The old man shook his head.

No.

Even ants cling to life; during the final stage of life, being able to glance at the world once more is happiness. He never realized that breathing and thinking, usually taken for granted, were so luxurious.

Being alive.

Feels wonderful.

This life.

He had ended many people’s lives, and at the end of his own life, those people probably felt the same way.

"Phew..."

Took a deep breath.

"Some go explore the island, some check the surrounding waters, the rest, wake the others up. This is our enemy’s doing. Survival depends on fate."

The old man ordered.

He wasn’t foolish, avoiding mentioning Tang Qing or anything related to him.

To speak of it.

Would mean a quicker death.

Once they know there’s no hope, these people would go mad, and he knew exactly what a mad person could do, leaving a glimmer of hope could maintain order a bit longer.

Upon these words.

"Enemy?"

"Who?"

"Unclear, haven’t seen those outfits before."

"Despicable."

"Sneaky."

"..."

Everyone discussed, looking around warily, despicable; only they could be, others being despicable to them was wrong. They failed today, but many believed someone would come to their rescue.

Kovalro.

Is not a simple dark force.

World’s Number One.

Too many dignitaries involved, which is why they’ve survived peacefully so far. If something happens, someone will definitely offer protection. Once out of today’s trap, they’ll surely teach a lesson to those daring to scheme against them.

Afterwards.

They divided tasks.

Began exploring the surroundings, hoping to find something useful. The enemy didn’t kill them directly, perhaps waiting to conquer them or use them as leverage. At least there was hope for survival.

On the beach.

The old man grabbed a handful of sand, looking at nearly a hundred people still lying down.

Suddenly.

He seemed to realize something, sat up abruptly, and searched among the people lying down, remembering Tang Qing mentioned their family head was also a target. If he had arrived, there might be family members.

In truth.

He hoped not to find them; it meant there was still a chance for survival.

Yet.

Reality is often disappointing.

Several minutes later.

"Phew."

He turned over a person lying on their stomach.

The old man’s face turned pale again, breathing rapidly. Tuoyinby, the current head of Kovalro’s founding family, had indeed been captured by Tang Qing and thrown here with him.

Because very few knew Tuoyinby’s face.

Otherwise.

He would have been picked out just now.

"Master."

"Wake up."

"..."

Shaking and shouting, it took nearly half an hour to wake Tuoyinby. Dazed, he opened his eyes and saw the old man, then looked around. Instantly, countless memories surged into his mind.

"Where is Tang Qing?"

His first question was about Tang Qing.

The old man froze.

Clearly.

Tang Qing had met Tuoyinby.

"You... you know him too?" The old man smiled bitterly, "But, he’s not here, he threw us on this deserted island, probably to let us fend for ourselves, ending our lives."

These words.

He still lowered his voice.

"..."

To end their lives?

"Sigh."

Tuoyinby sighed deeply.

The tide has turned.

Death.

Was not far away.

"Where is this place?"

"I don’t know, only that we’re on a deserted island."

"How big is the Island?"

"About three square kilometers."

"Is there any food?"

"No, there aren’t many plants on the island, just some coconut trees and shrubs, not nearly enough to feed us. Luckily, there’s shallow sea around; if fishing, it could sustain us for a few days, but not many."

The old man said.

Surviving on a deserted island.

Ha.

Karma.

All along, Kovalro provided various services for the dignitaries, including a survival project, where a group of people were put into different environments to fend for themselves and fight each other.

Deserted island.

Underground.

Ghost ship.

Secret room.

...

Deliberately creating and finding various non-open environments, letting some people survive inside, and letting the audience bet on who can survive the longest, sometimes distributing weapons, cold and hot, even requiring bare hands.

Overall.

Everything viewers wanted for stimulation, Kovalro provided.

Therefore.

Regarding deserted island survival.

They weren’t unfamiliar, knowing much about survival skills as they’ve seen so many times. Thus, the old man most hoped to maintain order, preserve hope, or the situation could spiral out of control within moments.

Fight for power.

Fight for food.

Even.

Ultimately, others could be added to the human food chain.

Never imagined.

They, who once watched the spectacle, would become part of it. Previously, they toyed with dozens of others, providing some hope, like the last five winners getting to survive. Now, it’s a certain death scenario.

"Haha."

Tuoyinby let out a bitter laugh.

Life.

Is such a thrill.

A moment ago, I thought I had control over everything.

The next moment, I’m on someone else’s chopping board...

Karma?

He didn’t believe in it before, only believed in human destiny—sufficient strategy and reliance on benefits could long maintain his safety. However, now he had to believe in cause and effect.

The cause of everything.

Was that kidnapping.

No.

Even without the kidnapping, this result would happen; from the very beginning, the outcome was destined.

"What do we do now?" The old man sensed Tuoyinby’s forlornness, knowing he had surely experienced Tang Qing’s prowess and influence, an engraved despair.

Upon hearing this.

Tuoyinby lightly uttered a phrase.

"Wait for death."

Tang Qing.

Someone capable of setting such a game, a godlike, overwhelmingly powerful existence, saying it once, would not give them a path to survival. Once decreed to die, there wouldn’t be a second result, utterly unchallengeable.

This Island.

Definitely wouldn’t be found by others.

Call for help?

Make an SOS on the beach? Ha, even thinking about it is unreliable. At this very moment, Tang Qing’s people are undoubtedly watching them, just like they monitored others put into survival scenarios.

No escape.

Waiting to die.

Is the only thing they can do.

"Ha."

The old man sank to the ground.

The master had fallen; there would no longer be anyone to save them.

"We were all deceived by him." The old man sighed.

"Indeed."

"I didn’t expect he’d orchestrate Kovalro to such extent; terrifying. This time, surely people from the Black Prison or Tongtian were involved, Fukner was framed, they gave false information."

The old man smiled bitterly.

The world’s number one intelligence organization, delivered false intelligence by someone.

Irony.

Utterly ironic.

"You didn’t know?" Tuoyinby was startled.

"Know what?"

"The Black Prison and Tongtian, both are Tang Qing’s forces."

"WHAT?"

The old man was shocked; it was as if Tang Qing wanted to reveal something, and he hadn’t responded at the time, later he didn’t speak it out. Could this be the unmentioned part? If so, how terrifying.