Chen Mo's tall figure slowly emerged from the woods by the shore.
Seeing Chen Mo appear so suddenly, Wang Jianqiang didn't look surprised at all. Instead, he sized him up with a calculating gaze.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Wasn't easy luring you out."
So everything Wang Jianqiang had done earlier was just bait to draw Chen Mo out.
Since he already knew there was some mysterious guy on the island, how could Wang Jianqiang not prepare?
Becoming the personal bodyguard for a major company's chairman took more than just fighting skills—it required a sharp mind. You had to analyze threats in advance and deal with them properly.
Ever since the plane crash stranded them on this island, Wang Jianqiang had focused most of his energy on survival. He'd gotten careless about protecting his boss—so much so that he completely missed three foreigners sneaking into camp and kidnapping two stewardesses. That wasn't because he'd gotten incompetent, but because he'd underestimated human nature. He hadn't expected people to get that bold, that fast. Still, it was a wake-up call. Things weren't the same anymore.
On this deserted island with no rescue and no law, everything had gone back to basics—strength ruled everything. And he happened to be the strongest among the survivors.
As long as he took out Chen Mo, the only real threat, he could do whatever the hell he wanted on this isolated island.
But despite searching everywhere, he couldn't find even a trace of the guy.
Looking back at everything that'd happened since they got stranded, Wang Jianqiang carefully analyzed Chen Mo's actions and psychology. The fact that Chen Mo secretly provided precious food suggested he had a kind heart. But the way he killed those three foreigners who tried kidnapping people at night? That showed he could be absolutely ruthless.
Wang Jianqiang couldn't fully read Chen Mo or understand the mentality of this mysterious figure hiding on the island. But one thing was certain: Chen Mo had been watching them in secret. And if anyone tried to hurt the others—like those three foreigners did—Chen Mo would definitely show up again.
When that happened, Wang Jianqiang could seize the chance to eliminate this final threat and establish total dominance over the island.
That's why, even though he'd been lusting after Su Wan for a while, once he actually made his move, most of his attention stayed locked on the nearby woods where Chen Mo was most likely hiding.
And just like he expected, Chen Mo appeared right on cue.
Sure, Chen Mo had single-handedly killed three foreigners, but based on what Zhang Lan and the other girl said, Wang Jianqiang figured those guys must've let their guard down after successfully grabbing the women. Their attention would've been on their captives, leaving them wide open.
With Chen Mo launching a sneak attack from the darkness, those three—busy carrying women—wouldn't have stood a chance to fight back. Hell, if Wang Jianqiang had been in that position, he could've taken them out just as easily.
Plus, since Chen Mo always operated from the shadows and refused to show himself, Wang Jianqiang suspected he was just good at sneak attacks and assassinations—probably a hitman.
As a top bodyguard, Wang Jianqiang knew a thing or two about hitmen. Their direct combat skills were usually nothing special—they relied on ambushes and long-range attacks. In a face-to-face fight, Wang Jianqiang was confident he could beat any hitman. Chen Mo would be no exception.
Because Chen Mo killed those foreigners in the dark, and because Zhang Lan and the other girl were being carried and couldn't see clearly—plus the bodies got disposed of afterward—Wang Jianqiang had no way of knowing exactly how he'd done it.
With how strict aviation security was, bringing weapons onto a plane was damn near impossible. Even if someone used special methods to smuggle weapons in checked luggage, the crash happened so fast there would've been no time to grab them.
So Wang Jianqiang concluded that whatever weapons Chen Mo used were probably crude tools—rocks or spears, most likely.
Watching Chen Mo—dressed in black combat gear with some kind of special mask covering his face—stride toward him, Wang Jianqiang's expression said it all: Just like I thought.
Chen Mo wasn't carrying any visible weapons, which only confirmed his theory.
Sure, Chen Mo was taller than expected, but his build looked just fit—not thick and muscular like Wang Jianqiang's. Based on physique alone, his strength should be inferior.
With better strength and total confidence in his combat skills, Wang Jianqiang believed he could kill this meddling "hitman." This guy was nothing like those three defenseless foreigners. In a one-on-one fight, Wang Jianqiang was certain he wouldn't lose to anyone.
As Chen Mo closed in step by step, Wang Jianqiang's eyes sharpened. He shoved Su Wan back into the seawater and strode forward to meet him.
When the gap between them closed to less than five meters, Wang Jianqiang—who looked ready for close combat—suddenly reached behind his back and whipped out a spear with lightning speed.
Without breaking stride, he stepped forward with his right foot, twisted his body to generate force, and hurled the spear. It shot toward Chen Mo with a sharp whistle.
The crude wooden spear he used for fishing was razor sharp. Wang Jianqiang used it every day and knew exactly how to throw it. The spear flew straight at Chen Mo's chest. At this range and with the element of surprise, an ordinary person would've had zero chance of dodging.
This attack had been planned from the start. From the moment Chen Mo appeared, Wang Jianqiang had been waiting for this opportunity. The guy would never expect a sudden thrown spear. Caught off guard, odds of getting hit were sky-high.
And even if Chen Mo managed to dodge, he'd be thrown off balance and unable to handle the follow-up. After all, Wang Jianqiang hadn't prepared just one spear.
After throwing the first one, Wang Jianqiang didn't relax. Even though the distance was so short that he himself would've struggled to dodge, he cautiously reached behind his back again, ready to grab another spear in case Chen Mo somehow evaded and left an opening.
But what happened next made his pupils shrink instantly, his hand freezing mid-reach.
The spear he'd thrown with everything he had was casually caught by Chen Mo. The guy just extended his right hand and grabbed it right in front of his chest. The spear tip stopped less than a foot from his body, unable to move any further.
Dread surged through Wang Jianqiang's chest.
He'd seriously underestimated this mysterious hitman.
At point-blank range, Chen Mo had effortlessly caught a full-power spear throw. His reaction speed, strength, and coordination were way beyond what Wang Jianqiang had expected.
Wang Jianqiang stared grimly at the hand gripping his spear. He quickly pulled out the second one, holding it with both hands and facing Chen Mo warily, fully braced for a counterattack.
Chen Mo lowered his gaze to the spear aimed at his chest, and a trace of cold killing intent surfaced—impossible to hide.
He'd noticed Wang Jianqiang's intentions ages ago. But in the real world, Chen Mo didn't kill people lightly—especially when they'd only thought about doing something awful. If rescue showed up in time, those thoughts would never become actions.
Sure, Chen Mo was decisive and ruthless in the movie worlds, but in reality he kept his killing instinct in check. He wouldn't hesitate to kill people who truly deserved it, but killing someone just for having bad thoughts? That was too much.
Of course, if those thoughts posed a threat to him or his family, Chen Mo would never let that danger exist.
Wang Jianqiang, though? He was no real threat to Chen Mo or even to the other survivors—because every single one of his movements was under Chen Mo's surveillance. Any suspicious behavior would've been shut down immediately.
If Wang Jianqiang had kept his twisted desires in his head, Chen Mo would've let him live.
Unfortunately, desire blinded him, and he chose a dead end.
The island was small. Chen Mo's sharp hearing covered the whole thing. Even with the crashing waves, he could clearly pinpoint everyone's location and hear every word, every sound.
Earlier, Chen Mo had been lying in a hammock, enjoying breakfast. The Underworld didn't have canned food or compressed biscuits, sure, but its fruits, vegetables, and roasted meat tasted way better.
His spatial storage had no oxygen, so food didn't spoil. He'd stored several cubic meters of fruit for himself. The remaining biscuits and canned goods were left for the survivors—those were better for keeping energy up anyway.
Just as Chen Mo peeled a banana and took a bite, thinking medieval fruit really did taste better than modern stuff, he heard something off. Wang Jianqiang—who should've been hunting in deep water—was following Su Wan toward a shallow bay.
Chen Mo instantly caught on to his plan and changed clothes to rush over. What he hadn't expected was that Wang Jianqiang's real target was actually him.
Holding the captured spear, Chen Mo looked at Wang Jianqiang—standing there with a spear gripped in both hands, his expression tense but eyes still burning with vicious intent. Killing intent flashed through Chen Mo's gaze.
Wang Jianqiang hadn't completely lost his mind. Even driven by lust, he still knew how to set a trap.
Too bad for him, the scheme was doomed from the start—and he was going to pay for it with his life.
Chen Mo raised the spear and hurled it forward.
In Wang Jianqiang's horrified gaze, the very spear meant to kill Chen Mo flew back at him at even greater speed. Carrying terrifying force, it punched straight through his chest and burst out his back.
Staring down at the spear sticking out of his chest, disbelief filled Wang Jianqiang's face. The light in his eyes quickly faded. His lifeless body fell backward into the knee-deep seawater, leaving only half the spear jutting up above the surface.