“Yo~ yo~ I'm from the streets, got nothin' in my pockets~ I'm missin' meals and clothes, livin' like a stray dog~

But even lost, I ain't afraid of hardship~ My conviction's reached, the road ahead ain't blurred~

Wherever I'm at, I'll be your compass~ Hip-hop's the church, I'm~ your god.

Yo~ yo~ Keep on fightin', I'll use rap to help you through this tough life~”

The above is a video the production team just received...

This video clip was also filmed by Feng Bujue using that disassembled camera (as long as he turns it back on, the cruise ship can receive the device's signal).

In the footage, O'Bannon, tied to a tree with vines, is looking nervously at the camera and doing an impromptu rap...

After the rap, the picture turns black again.

Inside the monitoring room, a deathly silence descends once more.

But after a few seconds, a cacophony of voices erupts...

"What's going on? Is O'Bannon being coerced? Why... force him to rap..."

"Look! The tree behind him is the same as the tree in Esther.Gu's video! He's still there!"

"No wonder we can't find him anywhere... he's been hiding near that area the whole time..."

"I thought... O'Bannon and Stephen.Carbon were a team? Why is he tied up? Where's Carbon?"

"Could there be someone else there?"

"Impossible, everyone else on the island is under surveillance."

"Then... this video, I'm afraid, was also filmed by Stephen.Carbon... he actually attacked his own partner..."

"God! This guy's gone crazy, did you see the wound on O'Bannon's forehead?"

"We have to stop him before he does something even worse..."

"Alright! Everyone be quiet!" As the crowd descended into chaos, a strong, powerful voice rang out, immediately holding the entire room.

Dozens of people in the room turned back to look at a man sitting in the corner...

He was a rather elderly man, with short, neat white hair and a goatee, wearing a black casual shirt.

Although he was over sixty years old, he was still energetic and extraordinary. His deep, piercing eyes and distinct facial features (large forehead) made him unforgettable at a glance.

He was the director of *Wilderness Poisoning*, and one of the greatest directors in this universe – James.Francis.He's-Not-Deaf.

"Let me sort out my thoughts..." He's-Not-Deaf stabilized the scene, then nodded and pondered, "This Contestant Number Nine, Mr. Stephen.Carbon... first formed an alliance with O'Bannon, agreeing to attack other contestants together; then, they worked together to kill Esther.Gu, disassembled one of our cameras, and filmed a sort of threatening video... then, Stephen.Carbon attacked O'Bannon, and reopened the camera, forcing the latter to do a rap in front of the camera..."

"Hmm..." Thinking of this, He's-Not-Deaf frowned and continued, "Mr. Carbon's behavior is indeed a bit nonsensical. But objectively speaking, he is still in the competition, isn't he?" He looked up, his eyes sweeping over everyone's faces, "He hasn't violated the rules, nor has he gone against his own goals. Aside from those weird, crazy performances, all Stephen.Carbon has done... is eliminate two competitors in a way that the rules allow."

What he said made so much sense that everyone else in the room was speechless.

After a long while, someone finally replied, "So... you mean... we shouldn't bother with him?"

He's-Not-Deaf did not answer his question, but placed his hand next to his right jaw, supporting his cheek with two fingers, as if in thought.

Another silence descended, everyone waiting for the person in charge to give further instructions.

After a moment, He's-Not-Deaf finally spoke, "Get me Bell."

The big boss is the big boss, the walkie-talkie is clearly on the table in front of him, but he still wants someone to get it for him...

However, no one objected to this... in less than a second, someone stepped forward and handed over the walkie-talkie.

He's-Not-Deaf raised his hand to take the walkie-talkie, held it to his mouth and said, "Bell, this is James, respond if you hear me."

As the general director, he had many privileges, one of which was... when communicating with the staff on the island, he didn't need to say code names like "Dolphin" or "Kangaroo X," he could just report his name directly. Of course... in most cases, he would only communicate with Bell.

"Huff... this is Bell." About seven seconds later, Clam Earles' voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Sorry, it wasn't convenient just now."

"Ah, I saw it." He's-Not-Deaf had already moved his gaze to the surveillance screen where Clam Earles was, "A coyote attacked you."

"Uh... actually, it's a Florida black wolf (originally a mystical symbol worshiped by Native Americans, but affected by white colonization and religious persecution after the nineteenth century. By 1910, the wolf packs were at their wits' end after repeated hunts; due to hunger, they began to attack livestock. In 1917, the last Florida black wolf died at the hands of humans. It is said to be a small wolf cub, and no one has seen a Florida black wolf since then)." Clam Earles replied, "There are no coyotes on this island, James, all the animals are..."

"Alright, alright... I know." He's-Not-Deaf interrupted, "We chose the competition venue together, remember? I've seen the animal list there... and, to be honest, I don't really care... what coyote, black wolf... it doesn't make much difference to me." He took a breath, "Okay, let's get down to business, I need you to find someone."

"Now?" Clam Earles replied.

"Yes, the sooner the better." He's-Not-Deaf said, "After you see him, in addition to letting him choose an 'item' to take away, give him something else..." He said, his eyes changing slightly, "Give him 'that knife' of yours."

"What? My knife?" Clam Earles was obviously stunned when he heard this.

He's-Not-Deaf replied in a firm tone, "Yes, the one with the GPS locator in the handle..."

…………

At the same time, on Feng Bujue's side...

"Okay, done." After recording the "rap performance," Brother Jue, as usual (this "usual" was invented by him thirty minutes ago), broke O'Bannon's kneecaps, "Don't worry, Brother O'Bannon, someone will come to save you soon."

The moment the bones broke, O'Bannon, who was tied to the tree, let out a painful groan, his body twisting in agony... A dozen seconds later, perhaps due to the effect of endorphins, O'Bannon, filled with pain and anger, regained his ability to speak, and immediately burst into a torrent of abuse, "Oh! You despicable bastard! Stephen! You'll get your comeuppance!"

"I advise you not to shout, Brother O'Bannon." Feng Bujue replied calmly, "Although rescue will come soon, you still have to stay here alone for ten to twenty minutes before they come," he said, standing up, "During this time, the wisest choice is to sit still and keep quiet. Because moving around may worsen the injury, and shouting... might attract wild animals." He shrugged and tilted his head, "Considering this factor, I advise you to keep that knife handy, just in case."

As soon as he said this, O'Bannon's eyes changed instantly.

These subtle changes in expression naturally all fell into Brother Jue's eyes, he smiled slightly and continued, "That's right, five seconds ago I noticed you quietly reaching your right hand towards your lower back, so I stood up and kept a certain distance from you." He shook his head, "You tried to distract me by shouting, and then take the opportunity to stab me, going for broke... Heh... how naive."

As Brother Jue spoke, he took two steps back, "Less than five minutes after I formed an alliance with you, I found out that you were secretly hiding a weapon... I just didn't say it." He licked his lips, "Do you know the 'surround a city, leave an opening' principle in *The Art of War*? That's why... I didn't handcuff you just now – I wanted to leave you with a glimmer of hope, to make you feel like you still had a chance to turn things around..." A sneer appeared on his face, "Brother O'Bannon, you are different from Esther.Gu, you are not the kind of person who would easily give in. If I didn't leave you any room, you would definitely fight me to the death. So... only by letting you hold onto the illusion that 'I still have a chance' would you obediently cooperate with me and do a rap under my threat... Hahaha..."

"You son of a bitch! Bastard!" O'Bannon was truly enraged this time, and burst out with some rather nasty swear words.

"There's no need to get angry, Mr. Former President." Feng Bujue replied, "You are a politician, you should be used to betrayal. You also know very well... in this environment, there is no right or wrong in what I do. You would do the same if necessary." He laughed twice more, "Heh... that being the case, why bother deceiving yourself and getting angry?"

Faced with Brother Jue's sophistry, O'Bannon was indeed unable to refute for a moment, and he even felt a thought sprouting in his heart, "What this guy is saying seems to make sense..."

"Well then, Brother O'Bannon, I won't keep you company any longer." Feng Bujue had already retreated five meters at this time, bent down and picked up the camera on the ground, "You now have three choices, first, throw the knife behind your back at me, praying that you can hit me and cause me great damage; second, after I leave, cut the vines, drag your broken leg to track me, and find a chance to give me a knife." He carried the camera, took a breath and said, "Anyway, I personally don't recommend you choose these two..."

In fact, this suggestion was also mocking him in disguise... O'Bannon wasn't a fool, the result of these two choices would either be being knocked unconscious by the other party, or fainting from the pain himself.

"As for the third..." Feng Bujue said this, already turning around, "... calmly accept your defeat." He looked back and smiled (an evil smile), "Just like I calmly accept my 'despicableness'."