The Island Takes No Orders

Chapter 005

At that moment, Harold Locke and Lillian Chester looked extremely miserable. They were no longer the bright and glamorous figures they used to be in the company.

They seemed to have gone through a lot of hardships, with tattered clothes, and dirty and disheveled appearances.

If they hadn't spoken, both I and Queenie would have almost mistaken them for wild people on the island. It seemed that they smelled the aroma of our grilled fish, which led them to find us.

"Harold, Lillian, how did you two end up in such a pitiful state!" Queenie exclaimed in surprise.

They walked over, emitting a foul smell, and Queenie covered her nose in disgust, moving a bit closer to me.

It amused me. This woman has been quite disdainful of me these past few days. Now it seemed that having capable subordinates was more unbearable for her than I am. It was really amusing.

"We're starving! Is there anything to eat? Give us some, we're starving!" As they approached, they stared at the grilled fish on our rack, their eyes shining greedily.

While they were asking if there was anything to eat and seemed to seek our approval, they didn't wait for our response. Their hands were already reaching for the fish, and they started grabbing and eating without restraint.

"Take it as well. Look how pitiful you are." I hadn't spoken yet, but Queenie was enthusiastic. She took out the snacks I had stored and hurriedly handed them to Harold Locke and Lillian Chester.

I felt a bit unhappy deep down. These foods were all hard-earned by me. Shouldn't she have asked for my opinion first? I don't mind giving them to Queenie, but these two betrayers? Not only did they betray me, but they also spoke ill of me behind my back. If it weren't for them, Queenie wouldn't have treated me like this, saying I was lecherous and boastful!

I didn't want to share the food with them. I was also too lazy to be polite. So I directly snatched a box of dried fruits from Harold's hands.

While Harold was enjoying his food, suddenly it was taken away. He was instantly furious. As he continued to stuff himself with grilled fish, he glared at me viciously, "What are you doing, poor bastard? Dare to snatch my food. Do you believe I'll beat you up right now?" Harold Locke gritted his teeth, looking like a guard dog protecting its food.

I sneered in my heart. Beat me? With that body depleted by alcohol and indulgence?

Despite Harold looking robust, he would get out of breath climbing two floors of stairs at the company. I could take on two Harolds alone!

"Then come and try!" I said indifferently.

"How dare you to act cocky. You think I wouldn't dare? I'll make you incapable of taking care of yourself today!" Harold Locke cursed, holding his neck, and jumped up, rushing towards me.

I had never been a particularly obedient child since I was young, often getting into fights with others. I dreamed of becoming a soldier, skilled in combat.

This time, I had been waiting for Harold Locke. As he rushed towards me, I kicked his knee as he stood up.

Harold Locke let out an "ouch" as I kicked him, falling face down on the ground, unable to stand up from the pain.

"Fuck! You wanted to beat me up?" I said with a cold smile, recalling scenes of Harold mocking me in my mind.

I squatted down beside him, grabbed his collar, and intended to give him a couple more punches. I had long wanted to teach him a lesson, but there were too many constraints at the company, preventing me from doing so.

"Brat, if you have the guts, let me have a full meal, and we'll have a fair fight again. Bullying people like this, how good do you think you're?" Harold Locke angrily said, finding an excuse.

I sneered, thinking, with his useless body, having a full meal wouldn't make any difference! I completely ignored his sophistry and raised my hand, ready to beat him up.

Unexpectedly, before I could strike, Lillian and Queenie blocked me, one on each side. Queenie looked at me with annoyance and scolded, "Stop it! Christopher, are you crazy? How can you hit someone? It's just some food. Didn't you see how hungry they were? This is your fault. Move away!"

I felt extremely frustrated. How could I be the one hitting someone? Just now, it was Harold Locke who started the fight!

"Queenie, don't be angry. Harold was also wrong just now. He was just too hungry, so he spoke rudely. But Christopher, you really can't do this. Men shouldn't be so petty. We're stranded on a deserted island, and we should help each other. Don't you think so?" Lillian Chester appeared to mediate, but in reality, she was blaming me. According to her, Harold's actions were understandable due to hunger, but I was being petty and unmanly.

Calling me petty? On a deserted island, food was life, and it was more valuable than gold! She also mentioned that we should help each other. Wasn't she implying that I should give them the food?

This cunning woman knew how to speak!

Looking at her, it seemed like she was relieved to have broken up with me. It irritated me to the core.

I really wanted to hit her as well, but considering that Queenie would definitely stop me, and who knew what she would think of me, I held back. These two betrayers had already succeeded in tarnishing my image in Queenie's eyes.

Suppressing my anger, I sat on the beach in silence. Meanwhile, Harold Locke and Lillian Chester, the two hungry ghosts, quickly devoured the remaining grilled fish, but they still felt hungry.

Upon hearing this, Queenie said, "Don't worry, there's plenty of food on this beach, and the sea is full of fish. We'll go catch some later!" Harold slapped his thigh upon hearing this, saying, "Catch fish? I'm good at that! Last year when I was traveling in Norlane, I participated in the local fisherman's competition. It was about the skill of catching fish with bare hands, and I even won the championship!"

"So impressive! Then, we're in for a treat!" Queenie was delighted to hear this.

"What's the big deal? Just to catch some fish. It's not a big deal. Have you heard of Jacob Beck? That wilderness survival master. Back in the Orleandia forest, I followed him for an extreme survival experience in the sea. I learned a few tricks, and I've been through all kinds of hardships."

"Jacob Beck? The one often seen on TV, trekking through forests, surviving in deserts?" Queenie exclaimed.

I didn't expect Harold to have such an exciting experience. It seemed that her uncle introduced such a reliable person to her company. Harold Locke was hiding his capabilities well. He turned out to be an expert in wilderness survival!

"Hahaha, they're just insignificant skills, nothing special." Harold Locke modestly said.

Both women gave him a thumbs up, looking expectant.

"It seems that as long as we have you, we will definitely survive until rescue comes!" Queenie completely regarded Harold as a savior.

I sat on the side without saying a word, just sneering inwardly. This guy was boasting all the time! He was just fooling naive women like Queenie. If he was so capable, why did he end up so hungry just now? I saw him emerging from the woods earlier. Was there nothing to eat in the woods?

After Harold boasted for a while, he felt that he had rested enough. Queenie tidied up her clothes, stood up, and said, "Let's go to the seaside now and prepare for dinner!"