Before Song Yang could finish his sentence, Wu Xia had already grabbed him by the collar and, holding the suitcase, disappeared from the spot.
When they reappeared, they were already on the flooded island of Japan.
At that time, there were only a few areas that were significantly elevated, probably covering only a few acres.
Wu Xia directly tossed Song Yang and the money onto it, "I forgot to tell you, no matter what you choose, I will fulfill it, but the condition is, you will spend the rest of your life alone on this island!"
Boom!
"What?"
Song Yang widened his eyes in disbelief, staring at the vast sea, his entire being on the verge of collapse.
"No, no!"
"Kill me, please kill me, I beg you to kill me!"
Song Yang desperately howled; he did not want to endure the torment here, he just wanted to die immediately.
But how could Wu Xia satisfy him?
