Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger

Chapter 305 300: Living Off a Woman and Throwing Matches?

"Li Shan, want to stroll around the island together?"

"Forget it, can he still hold it together?"

"Hehe, I've heard this island is a money pit. If you've got money, you can do anything..."

Leaving his own room, Lin Fan returned to the grass hut.

He saw Zhenzong and a few others animatedly talking about something.

There were some ready-to-eat dishes on the table, seemingly just delivered, with several still steaming hot.

Lin Fan unceremoniously sat down, grabbed an oil-braised lobster, and silently ate.

"Bro, we're really riding on your coattails here, even our meals have improved... the captain even returned the confiscated items to us."

Uncle Hui sat down, happily patting the small pouch at his waist.

The others also showed grateful looks towards Lin Fan.

"Gathering together is fate, aren't you going to eat?"

Lin Fan gestured at the seafood feast on the table and nodded towards everyone.

"We've already eaten, this is a special meal sent for you to nourish yourself and keep Saintess Xue He satisfied."

Zhenzong gave a mischievous laugh, showing an expression that every man understood.

"Aren't you all concerned about tomorrow's opponent? Li Shan and Zhang Si, and the others filling the numbers, should be the weakest batch."

Amirno rolled his eyes dramatically, folded his arms, and leaned against the wall in a disappointed stance.

"Whatever's meant to come will come eventually, it's better to relax first."

Zhenzong chuckled wantonly and looked at the brightly lit entertainment venues not far outside the door.

"Then let's go for a stroll, it's still early anyway."

Lin Fan clapped his hands, ignoring the strange looks from the others, and led the way outside.

"Ah, youth is great, the body can handle the chaos..."

Seeing this, Uncle Hui smiled enviously and followed Zhenzong and the others.

Walking past the huts, Lin Fan cautiously observed his surroundings.

He saw various people of different skin colors, all sizing each other up in twos and threes, clearly experts from around the world.

The satellite map in his memory showed that this vast Prison Island was divided into several areas.

Besides the quarters of the managers, there were the outer areas facing the front of the island, the central prison area, and the airport at the back.

Various entertainment venues were scattered around the outer area.

Casinos, bars, cinemas, Slave Fighting Platforms... and even many bizarre performances.

Walking through them, it felt like being on the bustling streets of some city, with no sign of isolation.

Zhenzong snuck into a dazzling nightclub with Amirno and the others.

Uncle Hui, meanwhile, headed to a bar with an elderly man covered in scars.

Only Lin Fan remained wandering the street, occasionally drawing curious glances.

"Young Master, I didn't expect you to be so famous, even the bookies know about you."

After a moment, Shi Potian, beaming with a red face, pushed through the drunk crowd towards Lin Fan.

As their eyes met, he couldn't help but lean in with a mysteriously joyful smile.

"Those guys know you're Saintess Xue He's man, they don't dare to open bets on you losing, so they maximized your odds."

"I sent you to gather information, did you really plan to make money?"

Lin Fan twitched his mouth, shook his head slightly, speechless.

"I asked around, if you can make it to the finals, win the top ten of the Slave Fighting, you'll obtain high permissions, allowing free movement in most parts of the island."

When it came to business, Shi Potian immediately tightened his expression, lowering his voice.

"Meaning, if we want to take people off the island, it's best to nab one of the helicopters at the back airport, so breaking into the top ten is crucial!"

"Alright, I got it. As long as Lei Xiaohai doesn't intervene, I'm quite confident."

Lin Fan nodded, no longer interested in strolling, he prepared to go back to rest.

"Hey, you're the pretty boy clinging to Xue He's thigh, right?"

The next moment, a drunken mocking voice came from behind.

Immediately drawing the attention of those around, they all stopped and looked.

Lin Fan held back Shi Potian, who was about to speak, turned around to face a pair of bloodshot eyes.

It was a burly man with a bushy beard, short brown hair, looking like someone from the Snow Country in the North.

He was holding half a bottle of liquor, staggering forward with utter contempt on his flushed face.

"What's it to you?"

Lin Fan's lips curled with a mocking smile, answering fluently in Snow Country language.

He often encountered this kind of guy during his time at the Hulin Guard on the Northern Front.

Relying on their racial superiority, tall and strong, they looked down on the warriors of Xia Country.

Often they would provoke verbally first, then be beaten miserably by Lin Fan, fleeing while crying for their parents.

"Haha, do you Xia Country people always hide behind women? Coward!"

The bearded man was stunned for a moment, then furiously lunged at Lin Fan with a sinister grin.

Bang!

Lin Fan's eyes turned cold.

In a flash, he sidestepped and blocked with his foot.

Just like that, he effortlessly tripped the man, making him crash hard onto the asphalt, kissing dirt!

"Kid, you can go die now!"

The onlookers laughed heartily, whistling and jeering, fearing the world wasn't chaotic enough.

Some even shouted drunkenly, urging the bearded man to get up.

Sure enough, he blushed crimson, veins bulging on his forehead, clearly furious enough to explode.

He was among the first batch of Slave Fighters to arrive, chosen by Xue He for his robust physique.