Zhao Rong opened the escape pod and jumped onto the land. As he walked up the soft, sandy beach, he pulled his phone from his pocket to pinpoint their location using both GPRS and Beidou.
To his astonishment, the coordinates confirmed his fears: the small island they had landed on was the same one they had seen earlier, the one with smoke rising from it—the so-called Murder Island.
Zhao Rong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and turned to the three women and his assistant. "We've really drifted onto Murder Island..."
Hearing this, the assistant said fearfully, "Zhao Rong, how could we be so unlucky? When we first spotted Murder Island, you steered the private yacht to get around the Tropic of Cancer and leave it behind... but then our ship suddenly sank! After that, we struggled inside the escape pod, trying to find somewhere safe. To think we'd end up drifting to the very island we wanted to avoid... Is this fate?"
