By the time Su Wan and the others arrived, they saw the three foreigners dragging the two flight attendants toward their camp. The captain lay nearby, blood pouring down his face, struggling weakly to get up, while the shellfish the women had collected were scattered all over the ground.
Seeing this, Su Wan immediately ordered the old man and the two younger girls to run back for weapons, while she herself charged forward to stop the attackers.
They had each made a spear for self-defense, but it had been some time since the foreigners' last harassment incident. Having been scared stiff by Chen Mo's mysterious "divine punishment," the men hadn't dared cause trouble again, and things had remained peaceful for a while. Gradually, the women had let their guard down—no longer carrying their spears everywhere.
Now, however, the three men had lost all sense of reason. After weeks without rescue, the isolation and savagery of island life had stripped away their morality, exposing their darkest instincts.
At this moment, their only thought was to take the two women—and when Su Wan tried to stop them, she became their new target.
Fortunately, the commotion happened near camp. Xu Qing and Zhang Xin soon returned, spears in hand, though the old man lagged behind.
When they saw the men still tugging and groping at Su Wan and the others, their faces flushed red with anger.
"You monsters, let them go!"
"Let go of them right now!"
The two girls shouted, leveling their makeshift spears at the foreigners.
The men turned toward the sound—and froze.
For a split second, their minds flashed back to that night of supernatural punishment. The memory of their arms going numb, the cans flying from their hands… the invisible force that had terrified them senseless.
Cold sweat broke out along their backs; every trace of lust vanished instantly.
The girls' furious glares only deepened their panic.
"We… we were just inviting them to eat with us," one stammered hastily.
Without another word, the three men released their grip and bolted into the darkness.
The girls blinked, stunned. They'd braced themselves for a fight—only for their enemies to turn tail like frightened dogs.
Su Wan and the two flight attendants adjusted their torn, disheveled clothes, still shaken by what had almost happened.
Just then, the bodyguard finally arrived, panting heavily. His eyes flicked briefly over Su Wan's ripped neckline—at the pale skin visible beneath—and for an instant, a dark heat flashed through his gaze before he quickly looked away.
No one else noticed.
But that single look carried a dangerous spark.
After this incident, the two groups were completely divided.
The women were more guarded than ever. No one acted alone, and everyone kept a weapon nearby.
Time passed day by day.
On the surface, things seemed to return to calm—but with each silent night and each day without rescue, despair began to gnaw at every heart.
And then, tragedy struck again—delivering a heavy blow to their already fragile spirits.
Two weeks later, the middle-aged man finally died.
When Chief Stewardess Zhang Lan went to check on him one morning, she found that his chest no longer rose and fell.
A heavy sadness spread through the camp. His death felt like a glimpse of their own fate.
In truth, Chen Mo had been secretly trying to save him. Each night, when no one was watching, he slipped medicine from his dimensional space into the man's mouth.
But the injuries had been too severe—massive blood loss from his leg, internal trauma from the crash, and likely brain damage. He had never awakened, his condition worsening by the day.
That he had survived even this long was already a miracle.
Now he was gone.
And with his death, grief and hopelessness seeped deeper into the survivors' minds.
Unseen, silent changes began to take root—dark thoughts that none of them dared speak aloud.
Three weeks after the crash, the plane's black box was still missing.
Experts speculated that the aircraft must have veered far off course before impact. The search radius would have to expand again.
Meanwhile, on the mainland, investigators—frustrated after getting nowhere with other suspects—shifted their focus back to Chen Mo.
When they reviewed the passenger manifest in detail, they were shocked to discover that he had been on the downed flight.
Chen Mo was immediately listed as the primary suspect in the Zhou Tianhao murder case… though the police privately acknowledged the truth: if he really had been on that plane, he was almost certainly dead.
And so, the case quietly ground to a halt.
Back on the island, the survivors slowly emerged from mourning.
Their daily struggle continued—some still clinging to hope, others to numb despair.
Everything seemed outwardly peaceful again.
Until, a few nights later, darkness came alive.
That night, the clouds hung heavy, smothering the moon.
Only a faint, hazy light filtered through the treetops, swallowed again by the thick canopy.
The camp lay in near-total darkness, save for the small circle of light cast by the flickering bonfire.
Within the crude shelters, everyone slept—exhausted, unaware.
But beyond the firelight, at the edge of shadow and flame, three tall figures crept closer, silent as predators.
The firelight danced briefly across their faces—the three foreign men.
They had returned.
Moving stealthily, they reached a shelter made of woven branches and leaves. Inside, the two flight attendants slept close together for warmth.
The men exchanged glances—then moved.
Two of them lunged forward, covering the women's mouths and dragging them out, while the third grabbed their legs.
The women's eyes snapped open in terror. They kicked, struggled, and tried to scream, but the hands over their mouths cut off every sound.
Their hearts pounded wildly, lungs burning, as the horrifying realization sank in—
No one had noticed.
No one would come.
They were alone.
Within moments, the men had overpowered them completely, their breathing ragged with desire.
Grinning, they carried the women off toward their own camp.
Before leaving, the last man cast a greedy glance toward Su Wan's tent.
If it weren't so close to the bodyguard's, he would've taken her too.
But there would be time for that later.
These two would do for now—perfect prey, trapped on an island beyond law, beyond rescue, beyond morality.
They'd been starving for power, for control—and now, with no law, no god, no civilization to stop them…
They would take everything they wanted.
And when they were done with the flight attendants—
Su Wan would be next.